Baltimore Oriole finally

I was walking by the millpond, en route to my daily obsession—checking the natural world for the appearance of odonates—when I noticed something else in the underbrush by the ruined barn. It was a dull bird, about the size and color of, perhaps, a tanager female, and since Summer Tanagers have been reported in the local rare bird alert lists, I thought I'd best stop and try to identify it. Of course, no sooner did I get close to spotting it than it flew out of sight. But about as quickly, its apparent mate came into my viewfinder. I nearly dropped the camera, because I'd been looking for that guy, a loud and prolific tunesmith but a singer who likes to remain anonymous, for more than a week. He's clearly now in residence, but he's all but invisible. From his sweet, incessant, whistling song, I know he's a Baltimore Oriole, but I was hoping for close-up visual confirmation. Mission beautifully accomplished.