This Cape May Warbler was the most recent *life bird* for me since the exciting Rusty Blackbird in Cape May this past fall.
A handsome bird who put on quite a show... a treat in spring and not anything I thought I might chance upon so easily. I'm not a lister, really, but I do try to keep some record of what I've seen and where, if it's significant. The longer one spends paying attention to birds, the harder it is to come upon new ones, so that makes each a bit more significant that way. It wasn't so much about seeing this new-to-me-bird as it was about enjoying the moment with others who were as excited with it as me, or appreciating how nice he looked against the blooming beach plums and flitting in and out of the poison ivy brambles. Janet and I spent a long time looking at him after the others had moved on to the next bird.
Warblers in spring are like a prize for us birders, you know? Imagine if all birds were so colorful and charming and active... I think the world would be full of birdwatchers... who could resist? These birds are the reward for the dead days of June and July, or the late summer days spent on a salt marsh fighting greenhead flies for a chance at a southbound shorebird or the winter days in a biting wind looking at ducks with tears streaming down your face. If only it were easier to take a beginner into the woods on a spring day and have them see these gems of the bird world!
Before I started learning about birds, before I was aware of them, I couldn't have imagined the chance of anything so beautiful. It makes me wonder how others can miss it... do you do that? Wonder how the rest of the world is able to not see such beauty? Not hear their sweet spring songs? What does the rest of the world do with a day in May?
a return Visit
1 month ago