Our GPS took us on a weird route to the Little Rock airport, taking us past the fenced in grasslands around the runway. As Chris was driving, Mike yelled for her to stop the car. There was a scissor-tailed flycatcher on the fence. Chris turned around and Mike got the camera out of the trunk, but the bird flew away. We proceeded slowly to the airport and saw one more male flycatcher on the fence further up and then two females.
I guess Monday is a regular work day, although the bobolinks in Union sound tempting.