tyrannus (king) forficatus (scissors)
Tuesday, May 3, 1983 — 7:30 pm
Conway, Arkansas — Happy Valley Road
On a beautiful evening, and my wife and I took a walk after supper. The flycatchers were sitting on a wire fence along the road. They flew out into a nearby pasture and landed on the ground on a small rise. One landed on a pile of cow manure, then flew to another fence. When they sat, their tails were folded. When they flew, their tails fanned open. They were as awesome-looking as I had anticipated.