Elegant trogons are essentially a Mexican species that only come across the border in a couple of places, one of which is Patagonia Lake State Park in southern Arizona. Many birders come there to add a trogon to their life list. From talking to a couple of birders I hears that there was only one trogon in the Park, and that he hung out along the riparian area leading into the lake. The needle in the haystack analogy came to mind. I tried in the morning and he was seen in the afternoon. I went the next afternoon and people described him eating lizards in front of them that morning. On the third day I tried all day. Nothing. Finally on the fourth day I was walking what was by now a very familiar trail, when I saw a red flash in the trees. There he was, perched head high in the open. I got three shots of him before he flew, but after four days I was willing to call that good.
From my ebook: You Can't Be Everywhere At Sunrise