Most of my morning was spent recording Baltimore oriole songs, at their height as the old-timers fight off newcomers. At three different points on the CRP I witnessed battles between three or more males at one time. I made over 40 separate recordings so that will take some processing before I post about it. But while I was concentrating on the variety of oriole songs, I suddenly got a whiff of something even more exciting.
[UPDATE: Northern parula in the neighbor's yard]