Ahhhh, the wind has subsided at last, the little flying bugs were thick in the air, and it seemed as though a whole basketful of birds was dumped on Estabrook overnight. The treetops were alive with warblers.
The very first new arrival I spotted this morning was this very-shy indigo bunting, who only gave me two tries and then was gone like a flash.
This next picture is even worse, but I believe it shows our very first golden-winged warbler (Vermivora chrysoptera). You can at least see his golden wing patches, his jet-black throat, and his white belly. That’s one more for the record books.
At the pond, a green heron was back and hard at work.
And the great horned owl was out in the open again by the river this morning. Just as I brought my camera to my eye, but before I could squeeze off a shot, I saw it yawn, turn its head, and close its eyes. I’ll take that as the compliment it was meant to be.
Lastly, I found our first mourning dove nest.
And that’s it for this morning, I’m afraid. I didn’t have a lot of time, and probably won’t get back to the park until tomorrow. In the meantime, however, I have a couple of images from our visit to Anne’s Mom and Dad’s place out in the country on Sunday.
Here’s a great egret, which we get to see in Estabrook just once in a blue moon.
Best of all, this one appears to have caught two fish at once!
Finally, I was surprised to find a hooded merganser, the likes of which we haven’t seen since the start of April.
Keep your fingers crossed that the nice weather and bug supply last into tomorrow so the birds stick around, and I get another chance to see who the wind blew in.