First, a picture of yours truly, hot on the warbler trail. As I look at it, I realize that as I have aged and comfort has overcome style, I find myself balanced on a knife-edge, teetering dangerously between normality and eccentricity, strongly leaning toward the side of full-blown wackitude - which at this point in my life suits me fine. A chair? One just has to pace one's self.
Okay, now on to the results of the above concentration. Most of the following pictures were taken by me in the past two days here at 1410, a few by Lorna. These pictures are for those people who have never seen them, or never noticed them, and for our Brit friends who never have a chance to see them.
|American Redstart - a bird that has to be seen in|
motion to truly appreciate.
|Golden-winged Warbler - uncommon and declining.|
A Parula dropping to a lower branch of a forsythia to
search for insects.
|Cape May Warbler|
|Least Flycatcher. Not a warbler, but after most of the Wood Warblers have moved on, it'll still be in Oakwood. And he is a beautiful thing.|
There were a couple others that we didn't get photos of ... or Gunnar's getting tired of this editing/posting thing.