Some birders were so sure that this bird was never going to added to the official list that they never went and saw it. I only went as I had business in Scranton and Reading seemed like a place nearby (sort of), and so it ended up being a bit of a lucky break. The state committee did a lot of work on that bird and in the end the national powers-to-be, had no choice but add it on the list, which in August, to my surprise, it was.
I had chocolate silk cake and coffee with Cliff and the other birders as we warmed up and told stories and Cliff asked me about my RV and Hurricane damaged house. It was just great. Newfies are the greatest! It was the highlight of the trip seeing Cliff even better than the bird! This was my celebration even though back at the Best Western, alone, I drank my lifer beer alone and toasted myself to a long chase and quest of seeing 800 species. That is how it should be, bird listing is a personal event and a personal milestone.
Bucket list #101 is done, now if I can just go home, a book event and yellow fever and typhoid shots await this intrepid traveler.
I called Cummins on the drive back, and nothing has changed. I want a Fukeneh! with a Canadian flag t-shirt!