
I spent many years not knowing that every spring three dozen species of wood warblers come streaming up the east coast to gobble up insects on their way to breeding grounds further north. Here’s one of the rarer ones: a Worm-eating Warbler, ridiculously named. This particular one spent a few days in this and neighboring crabapples.

Prairie Warbler.

Yellow-rumped, the Myrtle type found in these parts. (On the west coast, it’s the Audubon type, which, among other things, has a yellow throat instead of a white one.)






Some more views of this Prairie. Because warblers are darting, hopping, flying, scooting all the time. Sometimes you just get glimpses.

That red streaking on the back.




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Nice set of warblers. Central Park should be getting them soon.
Wednesday sounds like a good day, getting up to the low 70s and with a big cloud of birds on the radar…
Missed it. Had to work.