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| One tree. Lower Lobe (Wagner Cove), tree filled with gorging warblers. Never moved further. There was a marriage proposal, a wedding ceremony, tourists tramping down the steps, a gorging heron across the way, boaters, skimming swallows, but all I watched were flitting warblers, an enchanting show. First- the female cape may. |
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| The female wilson's. |
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| Hot dog.... the chestnut sided. It flitted faster than anyone else. |
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| One blackpoll |
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| The male wilson's |
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| Next tree over, the yellow warbler. I prayed it would come to the gorging tree. It did, but way up high. Hard to photograph. |
Today is a rain day, the AIDS walk, a good day to relax at home and think about the bird magic.
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