I had not chased a life-bird for North America since before New Years in 2018, the blackhawk up in Maine. It had been over 10 months. I had seen over 450 life world birds as a consolation, so I'm not complaining. There had been many quality and cool birds out there, but I had either been in the Southern Hemisphere or Europe, driving my RV, or been on the brink of some mandatory obligatory activity where I could not get away. Most of these birds had been nowhere even near to me or been unchasable in Alaska.
I had contemplated chasing a green-breasted mango in South Texas that had been reported when we were in El Paso but it was only a one day wonder and by the time I got Big Bird my RV, to San Antonio no one was still reporting the hummingbird. We continued heading east. It was a bird I’d photographed in Roatan in February anyway and seen many many times.