As one encounters more birds, the likelihood of identifying or finding another bird decreases -- theoretically, one could see all of the birds of North America, or even the birds of Earth; as I have for some length of time remained a birdwatcher, that I am in the vicinity of a bird whom I have never before then seen is very unlikely, although that something is unlikely does not imply that it is imposible, as proven by my having noticed the existence of the subject of this photograph.

On the twenty-first day of the fourth month of the year of 2019, Easter Sunday of that year, I attended a family brunch which was located within a house in a wooded area, and, after I had eaten and spoken with people for a reasonable amount of time, I decided to venture outdoors to begin my search for tiny birds; as I had heard the melodic noises of some of the songsters, I imagined that I may be able to observe a few of these birds, even if I was incapable of capturing a decent photograph which contains one of them. Nearly immediately after exiting the house, I gained awareness of a male brown-headed cowbird, Molothrus ater, who continuously whistled or foraged; in addition to the cowbird, a pair of house finches was flying through the trees, of which the male was singing, although, as ever, I could not capture a decent photograph of which at least one of the house finches was the subject, as they perched in the tops of the trees. Although I walked around the yard and attempted to find more tiny birds, none of the others of whom I was aware could be seen, nonetheless photographed; because of this, I decided to return to the interior of the building and to again speak or listen to people, although Mother and I were nearly ready to leave the premises.

After parting ways with the other family members and nearly becoming lost because of a useless GPS receiver, Mother and I visited Pere Marquet, an Illinois state park, at which we were closely followed by wasps, a phenomenon which could only have been intensified by my having worn a floral-patterned shirt, and, although we were bothered by the wasps for the duration of the visit but did not leave the park, this perseverance was in vain, as I did not see but a single bird who was within sufficiently close distance of me to be photographed; because of the lack of birds and our having become somewhat annoyed by the overpresence of wasps, we gleefully abandoned this location.

After leaving the park and riding in the automobile for some time, we arrived at a local public park, whose name I have forgotten, and this visit was extremely productive; upon arriving, I noticed some American robins, Turdi migratorii, who, being extremely common, were not photographed by me, as well as Spizellae passerinae, commonly known as chipping sparrows, who sang and foraged in their typical manner; however, after I became slightly aggravated by Mother's having frightened one of the chipping sparrows, I pished, as no birds were within my immediate vicinity, and heard a new call, which confused me; however, to my delight, the emitter of this sound promptly made himself visible, an action to which I responded by speaking the name of his species, which is "blue-grey gnatcatcher" or "blue-gray gnatcatcher", and slowly rising up from the bench on which I was sitting, hoping to capture a good photograph of which he is the subject; and capture a photograph I did; in fact, I created tens of photographs! Because the little gnatcatcher was moving very quickly and erratically, I could not predict his position to create a decent photograph with only one attempt, as he likely would have moved before the shutter mechanism actuated, permitting the camera's detection of light; when I shoot at eight (8) frames per second, the good and bad photographs are kept on the card, which, although resulting in a large amount of data, is useful for the photographing of tiny birds. After capturing many photographs which contain him, I scanned the results and decided whether or not I must or should make another attempt, and I quickly realised that, although the background of the photograph was very bright, the pose of the subject was very close to being perfect, which compensates for the less-than-optimal background; of course, after I learned that I had captured that which I required, I thanked the vocal songbird, although I did continue to photograph him in a vain attempt to expose a better image.

As always, constructive criticism pertaining to this photograph, my writing, or any of my other photographs would be joyfully received by me, because I rather strongly wish to improve the quality of my photography. The sugar-coating of criticism directed at my creations, or even me as a person, is unnecessary, and it often simply causes the man who criticised my work to appear to have been uncertain about the legitimacy of the criticism which he gave to me. Although I attempt to extract everything which is beneficial for me from every situation in which I am involved, the lack of confidence which is displayed by those who vigorously attempt to remove any offensiveness from their criticisms leads to my suspicion of the lack of advice which would affect my creations positively. Please verbosely explain to me any flaws which are present in this photograph and were directly caused by me, e.g., clipping highlights or shadows, if they are noticed.