The influx of migrating warblers, which was merely a trickle in Estabrook Park by the end of April, is now a flood. The bushes and trees were just crawling with them in spots, and I counted 18 species. I sure hope I get a nice sunny day to take pictures of them before they move on, but today was not that day. The breeze was stiff and the clouds were thick, but at least the rain never materialized.
Sunrise is nice and early now, so even with the cloud cover I was able to get into the park just after 5:30am, and the action was already well underway. I could hear warblers singing even before I crossed the Oak Leaf Trail. The only trick was laying eyes on them, and the breeze helped a bit by pushing the available bugs closer to the ground.
Here’s a gorgeous male bay-breasted warbler searching for insects to gobble up, right at eye level.
And here’s a male chestnut sided multitasking right beside the paved path along the crest of the bluff. Even though he was flitting about as much as any other warbler I saw this morning, that barely added some pauses to his song.
I hear that the pond was quite active during the wildlife walk yesterday, but it was a chance to take a breather this morning and see some bigger and slower birds. The pair of geese are still there, along with a pair of mallards and at least one green heron, but the big surprise was finding this lone female blue-winged teal. I don’t know how long she’s been there, but she has certainly gotten the hang of life on the pond. As I picked up some left-over fishing tackle on the west lawn, she came right over with the pair of mallards and started to preen. I have not seen that level of comfort with people from a teal before.
Other warblers along the bluff this morning include yellows, black-throated greens, magnolias, Blackburnians, redstarts, and common yellowthroats, to name a few, but the best looks I managed to get today were of this blackpoll, …
and this, ever reliable, palm warbler.
Since I have room for one more picture, here’s a stunning Black-collared Barbet (Lybius torquatus) from the Korsman Bird Sanctuary, who was no more interested in sitting for a picture than the Crested Barbet had been the morning before. Maybe that’s why they’re called “bar bets”. Almost no one ever sees one, so it’s likely that someone at a bar would take the bet that you haven’t seen one either because such an unusual looking bird can’t possibly be real. It’d be like stealing free drinks from a baby.
I see that the wind should die down a bit by tomorrow, but the clouds are scheduled to stick around, so it won’t be the morning I’m dreaming about, but maybe it will be just good enough. Time will tell.































































































