A yellow-throated vireo sings, right below the sun flooding through the canopy to half blind me. I hear the deer before I see her: a cracked twig, the sound of chewing.
yellow-throated vireo
Cool and mostly overcast. A phoebe hawks insects low to the ground. An hour later, I’m pleased to find I can now i.d. a yellow-throated vireo’s call—so much hoarser and more rushed than its red-eyed or blue-headed cousins.
Damp and overcast for the dawn chorus, which includes the accelerating buzz of a black-throated blue warbler, and a yellow-throated vireo slurring his syllables. The hidden sunrise gets noted, as usual, by a crow.
A black-throated blue warbler alights in the dead cherry. I follow it to the spicebush, where yellow-throated vireos sing bright red notes.