Watching a white-tailed deer stroll unhurried along the path near the tip of the peninsula, I got a whiff of unusual birdsong. When the deer had left, I approached.
Clear, distinct song coming from within the foliage. Two slight variations. Unfamiliar.
Up go the binoculars. A little white, a little yellow. White eyes. Well how about that, a white-eyed vireo. I managed a low light documentary shot.
I saw one at the CRP last year, but earlier, during the peak of migration. Could this one be here to stay?
Clear, distinct song coming from within the foliage. Two slight variations. Unfamiliar.
Up go the binoculars. A little white, a little yellow. White eyes. Well how about that, a white-eyed vireo. I managed a low light documentary shot.
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