Our day was spent on a slow transfer from Greeley to our overnight stop at Oakley – the place which made Buffalo Bill famous (by killing loads of Bison). A few years ago, after a couple of trips to Canada, I was asked what it was like – ‘flat, white and cold’ was my reply. Today we were in Kansas which, if I were to describe at least the bit we’ve driven through, it would be ‘flat, parched and cold’! Very reminiscent of the scene in Castaway when Tom Hanks delivers the unopened package. But I digress. We stopped off at several birding spots along the route and managed to squeeze out a few more trip ticks – bringing our total to a gross. None of them were rare or even scarce, in fact common on previous trips, but all surprisingly late additions to the list: Brown Thrasher, Cedar Waxwing (Jane only) Purple Martin and Northern Cardinal. An early night ready for our final target tomorrow – the last of the ‘big six’…