So, there we were just before sunset, still searching and looking for the elusive birds. Then suddenly we hear an audible noise, unlike anything we've heard all day. We stood there quietly, anxious, motionless, with our eyes and ears open almost to the extent of painful agony. The anticipation of a bird sighting became a tease that we, the hungry for a sighting, have experienced throughout the day. Could this be it we thought, eyes watering, ears bleeding... Then we hear it... "Over there, over there!" a voice shouts. And there they were, hundreds of beautiful birds franticly trying to escape the voice of one loud watcher (pic below). The next 30 seconds was true blissful joy until the last scared bird flew into the sunset. For those of us that made it through the entire day, our journey suddenly felt fulfilled, our quest for the Holy Quail was complete. As the sun set, the darkness rose, and for that we were grateful. Then we went for ice cream.

Special thanks to Scott for organizing the route and trashing my Mini and lungs. Thanks also to the MG Car Club Florida for inviting us to dinner and a cruise. Thanks to Scott, Kurt, and MG Car Club Florida for the pictures. And of course thanks to those that came out and made it a great day!