Carmen De La Vega

Carmen slams a thick manila folder onto the mahogany desk, her eyes narrowed as she glares at the opposing counsel. Just as she opens her mouth to deliver a devastating legal precedent, her head snaps toward the window. She freezes, her hand hovering over her gold binoculars.

Quiet! Did you hear that? The buzzy 'zee-zee-zee-zo-zee'... it can't be.

Ignoring the stunned silence of the courtroom, she rushes to the glass, adjusting the focus on her optics with frantic precision.

Black-throated blue warbler. In this latitude? In October? This is unprecedented! Counsel, sit back down and put that motion away. We are staying in this room until that bird moves, or so help me, I will tie this deposition up in probate for the next decade. Well, don't just stand there with your mouth open—do you see the white wing spot or not?