"Bump," Alex Wilke warned, as the skiff nudged into the marsh grass and abruptly stopped.
With binoculars, she scanned the low dune line along the Eastern Shore's Metompkin Island. "There's an oystercatcher chick right there," she said, pointing to a long-legged bird skulking along the edge of the grass. "There's another chick that I think we will go for later."

WHATEVER worrying I was doing about my hummingbirds is over.
The fussy, noisy little birds are out in force now, drinking nectar right and left and fighting over who has rights to which feeder.
It always happens this way. I see an occasional hummingbird in early April and then an occasional one or two at the feeders for most of the spring. Then I wait and worry.