It was another gorgeous morning here in The Nutmeg State, so I couldn’t help but take one last look around.
As has been the norm out here, I heard this bird long before I saw it. The pictures are nothing to write home about, to be sure, because it had found itself a nice high perch, and the clear sky is still pretty white with smoke from that wild fire in Alberta, but you can just make out the namesake blue wings of a blue-winged warbler.
This indigo bunting was even higher and farther away, but I could still hear its call all the way across the field.
I’ve been hearing this chipping sparrow all week, but it was oddly quiet when I spotted it this morning.
Finally, here’s a house wren doing what house wren’s do.
It’s been a great visit, but the next stop should be Estabrook Park, so keep your fingers crossed.