This entry in the journal could have been about "the one that got away," and, in all honesty, it was beginning to look like the appropriate shot should have been a blank... since that was what I had when Stasia and I, as we walked over the bridge across the Assekonk Swamp, spotted a handsome Yellowthroat, and I, of course, was traveling with the wrong lens on the camera. By the time I affixed the 100-400mm Sigma to the dSLR, the warbler had just vanished. So it goes. We heard and saw other intriguing birds as we visited various places along the trail and took time out to run along the local quarter-mile track—OK, Stasia ran, I walked—but the Yellowthroat wasn't among them. At our last stop, however, a place along the river that flowed below the Assekonk dam, Stasia elbowed me and directed my gaze and lens towards something skulking along the water's edge. I'd have missed it. Young, better eyes didn't. I really shouldn't leave home without them.