Today, I experienced a story to add to the stories of misidentifications, etc. My mistake did not involve a bird. I traveled to Hurlock WWMP and couldn't find from whom anyone to ask permission to bird. But the gate was open, the sky was clear, so up I went on to the dike. I stayed there a while. Shortly after noon, when I drove down the ramp to leave, I realized I was locked inside the gate. Thankfully, a gracious neighbor up the road gave me a ride to the town hall, where a town employee could be paged to spring my imprisoned automobile! A word of caution when birding at Hurlock: Let Someone Know You're There! Don Burggraf Baltimore