A magical early morning mid-April walk down Fowl Meadow. Palm warblers in mass quantities. Trilling and trilling. (The palm warbler doesn't have much of a "song" individually but put a bunch of them together and you get a sound that you can bathe your ears in).
They were down at eye level, sometimes chasing one another. Hard to miss in the gray season. And when the tail gets bobbing you know exactly what you've got.
But it's not all warblers in Fowl Meadow. For a short while the general blackbird clamor was joined by a flock of rusty blackbirds, who proceeded to blow the roof off the joint. And then a robin showed up who would not be dominated, not by blackbirds, spring peepers, or passing aircraft.
(This is THE robin in the recording. I thought he deserved some recognition.)
1 comment:
I've never seen that warbler. I'll have to try looking for it. Beautiful sounds!
Mom
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