Since we'd now found the gnatcatcher, I talked Babe into making the trek up Old Baldy Trail to see if we could refind the Crescent-chested Warbler for her. Slowly but surely, we made it up to the area where I'd seen the bird the day before. With more birders present than the previous three days, someone eventually spotted the bird down the trail from where we were. We carefully slid our way down to the rest of the birders and she was able to get a decent look at the bird, making the hike well worth it. Satisfied, we leisurely worked our way back down the trail, stopping at a few good vantage points, hoping to beat the nearly impossible odds and get a glimpse of the Aztec Thrush that one lucky birder happened to see the day before.
Back down at the car, we determined that we had more than enough daylight left to drive to drive back up to Red Rock and take another shot at finding a Ruddy Ground-Dove. Unfortunately, we came up empty again. Our last new bird of the trip was a Crested Caracara that Babe spotted a few miles west of the feedlot.
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