Vireo olivaceus here holds a very special distinction for me personally, for reasons that are utterly spurious and, frankly, kind of dumb. I don't know if it's because the Red-Eyed Vireo has a nondistinctive song that results in a lot of false positives, or somebody's yanking my chain just to annoy me in particular, but my go-to Bird-o-Dex app always thinks it hears one. "Hearing a bird! It's a Red-Eyed Vireo. And also maybe this other bird, you know, the one you're looking right at. I guess." But you-know-who is always at the top of the list while somehow nowhere to be found.
I've never actually laid eyes on one on my life, as far as I know. Maybe they really are there, just snickering themselves while they hide behind tree trunks or carefully envelop themselves in leaves. But I'm not buying it.
Well, I finally nailed one of the slippery little bastards. And not only that, but right there in my campsite. I'm not seeing the red eyed part but he or possibly she (once again, not noticeably dimorphic) was not hanging around in very good light.
Whichever it was, it was certainly going tweet. And then...
Yeah, okay. Bye. Bet I'll never see you again.
I ran into a few of these today too. I'll have to post pics soon. Thanks for sharing. I hope you had fun camping. Did you go adventure riding?
Not this time. Maybe soon. I took a buddy out there who is just getting into outdoors stuff, and it was all new to him. Rocks, trees, mountains. I got to be the world's most rinky-dink wilderness guide on this one.