While we were playing the call, a large-ish passerine flew overhead. We all optimistically thought it would be a rarity, so we ran over to investigate. The bird was sitting on a power line not too far away. We all raised our binoculars. It was a Western Kingbird! A rare find on the East Coast, and a lifer for me - in fact, it was my 350th life bird. Western Kingbirds are pretty, well... pretty - its yellow breast is complemented by its beautiful ash-colored head and dark gray wings. I love flycatchers, and this is certainly one of my favorites I've seen. We watched the bird fly-catch for a few minutes, and I managed a few photos. Then, just as quickly as it came, the kingbird flew off, not to be seen again (at least not by us). This trip was going to be a good one; we could feel it.
After the success of the Western Kingbird, we decided to look for Screech Owls in longleaf forest on the north end of town. Three were calling, and I finally got to hear the "whinny" call (usually I just hear the trills). It was a great end to a fantastic few hours of birding. The self-found kingbird was the highlight of the year so far.