Once in the park it was obvious that it could be a slow bird day, one palm warbler, a few thrushes, a couple of titmice, a few chickadees, a few wrens, but no mass hot-spots of birds. Plus it was COLD. After two hours I decided to head home. Final spot, the big field where there had been thousands of kinglets. Obviously, the mass has already headed south, but what a pleasant surprise to find a small cluster of kinglets working the lawn. They had a method, flit around and find foood (bugs). When they had belly-fulls they'd fly up into one huge tree and rest for a bit, then back to the grass for more foraging. They are so tiny. Finding food in the tall grass is like searching for a needle in a haystack. I heard them before I saw them, the high peep-peep-peep. The following is what I watched. Utter magic and grace.
Food time, visible food, bees.
I was praying that the kinglet would not totally turn around. I wanted to see what was happening without spooking the bird.
After dining this kinglet didn't fly up into the tree. It sat on the ground under the tree and turned red. I got the giggles. Eat hot food, get head burn?
It was so windy that the bird's feathers were being blown into a crest. Surprise of surprises. The base of the feathers is blue.