We drove out of town to the allotted stake out and walked just 50m from the road before being confronted by a lichen covered nestbox. The noise of our approach had brought an adult to the entrance, and it soon popped (and pooped!) out onto a nearby stump.
The only problem was it was too close to focus on. A few steps back and I nailed it. Meantime I was surrounded by a swarm of Mosquitos who enjoyed their Celtic buffet while I snapped. Pain and blood were accepted for such an awesome lifer.
Now where are the anti-hystemines?