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yellow-rumped warbler

September 8, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Light rain accompanying a front. As it tapers off, the yard fills with small birds—yellow-rumped and other warblers combing the leaves for breakfast.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fall warblers, rain, yellow-rumped warbler
October 11, 2020October 11, 2020 by Dave Bonta

I am mentally marking walnut saplings for removal when they fill with migrants: yellow-rumped and palm warbler, ruby-crowned kinglet.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black walnut, fall warblers, palm warbler, ruby-crowned kinglet, yellow-rumped warbler
October 3, 2013 by Dave Bonta

Every morning more shards of ridge-top sky are visible through the trees. In the black birch’s yellow crown, yellow-rumped warblers.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black birch, fall foliage, fall warblers, yellow-rumped warbler

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On This Day

  • April 14, 2025
    Against the gray sky, one small dash of yellow at the woods’ edge: a male goldfinch. Nearby, the slow chant of a blue-headed vireo.
  • April 14, 2024
    Still and crystal-clear at sunrise. A couple of whines from a hen turkey conjure up a gobble from the ridgetop. The blue-headed vireo’s soliloquy.
  • April 14, 2023
    A lull in the morning chorus. Contrails of all ages litter the sky like a boneyard. A woodpecker’s fast rattle.
  • April 14, 2022
    Thrasher thrasher says the thrasher. Rising sun a bright smear in the clouds. A winter wren’s boneless ode to joy.
  • April 14, 2021
    The rain eases off and the sun ventures out. I spot two mullein plants in the yard, leaves fattening into foundations for the coming stalks.

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