When I was just a little kid, the big kids in my neighborhood found my natural history knowledge very frustrating. They couldn't send me out with a sack to catch the "furry snipes that ran around in the woods at night" because as a keen little birdwatcher, I already knew that story was total rubbish. Here's a real snipe in action -- a Wilson's Snipe foraging along the edge of a wet spot in the corner of a field near our house.
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