It’s hard to believe that just a few short years ago this was my nemesis bird. We were bestest buds this spring. BFF’s forever and ever! Everywhere I turned there was my Great Crested Flycatcher pal patiently waiting to be photographed. He likes me! He really likes me! Or… it might be that there was a massive influx of great cresteds at the Celery Bog this year, but really, what’s the most likely scenario? The second one? Rats.