Until today I had never seen a Fork-tailed Flycatcher. It seems somehow fitting that a mere week after returning from my first visit to South America that a South American species of flycatcher should cross my field of view in the northeastern United States, because, well, that seems to be how things work. Tyrannus savana is one heck of a species of flycatcher to see, and when Seth let me know that he and Shane would be chasing the one in Stamford, Connecticut, today I jumped at the chance. After all, it is not every day that a life bird, especially one as cool as a Fork-tailed Flycatcher, is there for the taking.
Cove Island Park is a quick shot up I-95 from New York City, and we were there almost before we realized we had left New York City. En route we had already received word that the bird had been seen for the third consecutive day and none of us could wait to get our lifer. Fortunately, the flycatcher was hanging out only about thirty seconds from the parking lot and there were plenty of birders with scopes and cameras showing the way. What a bird!
It was also pretty amusing that the flycatcher wasn’t even the only bird from South America frequenting the park. A flock of Monk Parakeets gave themselves away with their raucous squawking were generally entertaining. Everyone’s optics, however, remained on the Fork-tailed Flycatcher. And can you blame them?