This can be a frustrating time of year. The warblers are migrating through and some are settling in. I was walking along a stream in Dogtown when I saw three warblers low to the grown hop up and start chasing each other.
On a cloudy day deep in the woods with a relatively slow lens, the autofocus had a hard time figuring out what I wanted to focus on. By the time I got compliance from the lens, my target had hopped and turned around. It is a frustrating time of year for sure.
To give you an indication of what is frustrating about east coast spring migration, many of the warblers come through after the leaves have developed and since warblers, depending on the family, like bushes, tree tops and being in the canopy.
As a bird-nerd, I would have had my binoculars and field guides. I would have seen the bird and relished in the coolness of having another checkmark on my year list and one on my Massachusetts list. As wildlife photographer, I would walk away frustrated that another on go away.
Warblers are considered the jewels of the North American birding world, and us bird-nerds live for spring migration when the warblers come through. But this story didn’t start at the stream side on the return leg of my walk. It started when I entered the woods and I heard a buzzy trill. I was in the woods for four hours before I was able to actually see one through the canopy.
A half mile later, it was getting onto noon and I was getting hungry. Time to finish off the walk and get some grub. I could hear Yellow Warblers, Black-throated Green Warblers, Tufted Titmice, Baltimore Orioles, Common Yellowthroat Warblers, Grey Catbirds, all up in the canopy. Frustrating.
Then I happened upon a small brushy patch in a hayfield. I heard the buzzy trill again and was determined wanted to find it. And there he was, in crabapple tree feeding on caterpillars! How fortunate, he didn’t seem to mind my presence.
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Then I heard another buzz. It was my cell phone, probably Becky wondering if I would be home for lunch.
“What?”… “It’s doing what?” … “What color is the smoke?” … “Where are you?” … “Is it dripping a lot or a little?” … “I’m on my way.”
How does her car always know? Followers know this isn’t the first time, nor the second time I’ve been pulled off of a photo opp by that VW Golf. Remember Eider Decisions? That’s it, this is the last time. We went off to the dealer and got her a new car.