Last November, an American Flamingo showed up at St. Marks NWR in Florida. It was presumably brought there by Hurricane Michael. At the time, we were in Orlando for Diana’s math conference. I drove four hours from Orlando to St. Marks, hiked about 5 miles, but didn’t see the Flamingo. Accepting the fact that chasing a rare bird often results in not seeing it, I started driving back to Orlando. About halfway back, I got a call from one of the birders at St. Marks saying they re-found the Flamingo. Too late for me to turn around and drive back. I would have to accept not seeing it. Fortunately, the Flamingo stayed in Florida. A trip to St. Marks last week with my birding friend, John Murphy, resulted in seeing my 889th life bird.