Luckily the bird was still there on the Saturday of the annual bird festival, which meant there was a shuttle that took us relatively close to the ptarmigan's location. Still there was a bit of a slow, achy walk, but I had my stool, so I could sit and rest every once in a while and we finally did make it to what they call Pippit Point, and were rewarded with good looks at first, and then, after it flew a few hundred yards north, even better looks. A big crowd of birders from all over southern Ontario also showed up to see this rare visitor.
During the height of Migration we were also able to find a Yellow-breasted Chat, along with a handful of lovely spring birds...
First Robin Babies of the year: