He said he had, and sent me this amazing photo he took.
The reason I asked was: this famous poem ...
The Birder's Dirge"
By Stiles Thomas
I've been down in the dumps in Brownsville,
I've been high on hummers at Mile High,
I've flown to the Dry Tortugas,
I guess there's nowhere else to fly.
I've heard the "kicky-poo" of the Black Rail.
I've heard the nightjar call,
I've heard the Timberdoodle at twilight,
I guess I've heard them all.
I've seen the ring on the Ring-necked Duck,
I've seen the Pied-billed Grebe Fly.
I've seen the red on the woodpecker's belly,
I guess I'm ready to die.