There's no way to predict what's going to be seen. Yesterday felt like a slow day. I walked from 69th to 86th stopping at favorite spots, but saw very little.
Orioles at Strawberry Field.
Yellow popcorn squirrel at the Upper Lobe.
After two hours I got tired of roaming and heading back home. That's when the Wagner Cove surprise appeared in my space, a young yellow warbler, low down. Magic.
It flew south and I tried to find it. Instead I found a carp. Fisherman had fishing license, knew what he was doing, posed for picture for his wife, then unhooked carp and returned it to lake.