Back to the Littles

My goal was to wait for hummingbirds and I did see them (next posting), but along the way there were the "flitters", the tiny warblers that flit from branch to branch scarfing down tiny insects. Now-you-see-the-them, now-you-don't.

The common yellowthroat.

The I'm-not-sure-what.

Bye-bye birdie.

The black and white warbler.

And then my eyes caught something in the grass, a bug hunter on the ground. Oh, joy! A first year Wilson's warbler. This was somebody different, worth standing in amongst the bugs to see.

This pretty little bird hung around this same space for hours. Naturally. There was lots of food.

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