I love Mt Tabor Park.
Warblers love it too. And that’s what I’d come to see. Yay spring migration! Unfortunately for me, instead of seeing warblers I only heard most of them. I mean, yes, that’s still a good thing, but it can be maddening to hear something so beautiful and not match the sound to the bird. The few I did see, I failed to get decent photos of.
And to make matters worse, the only flycatchers I saw *weren’t* singing.
I quickly remembered how hard warblering is. I tried to relax and slowly take it all in. I listened to the sounds of Cassin’s Vireo, Black-throated Gray Warbler, and Wilson’s Warblers while I watched American Robins, Brown-headed Cowbirds, and Lesser Goldfinch.
I both heard and saw Band-tailed Pigeons. Always a treat up there.
And I spent a long time with these stationary Northern Flickers.
At least some birds were cooperative.
Another treat was finding a Chipping Sparrow!
We played peek-a-boo in the grass until it flew up and perched on a branch.
Cool bird to find here. I hadn’t realized their trilling song sounds so similar to Dark-eyed Juncos, so I may have passed them up before.
I watched a Red-breasted Sapsucker hard at work on a bigleaf maple tree.
And a Red-tailed Hawk hard at work hunting prey. Good bird.
There were other people birding at the park, and with their help, I was lucky enough to see a Hermit Warbler for a brief moment, but sadly, no pics. The only warbler picture I got is this embarrassingly grainy, fuzzy picture of a Wilson’s Warbler. Oh well.
Maybe next time I’ll ask for directions.
In the mean time, I’ll keep looking and listening!
Tweets and chirps,