After years of salivating over the locally abundant, yet oh so elusive indigo bunting, the Universe finally provided! Interestingly enough, and like most brilliant gifts, we are rewarded only after the seeking ends, when we are in a place of receptiveness. I cannot fathom how many indigo buntings I had previously met from very far away in the meadows of Central PA, but one fateful dusk hike in the mountains of NC brought Brittany and I to a tranquil hilltop meadow. As golden hour quickly transitioned to dusk, several of these small, stunning, songbirds made themselves visible atop nearby trees. Chimney Rock, NC.