Another beautiful warbler passing through, or maybe staying, I can't be sure--the yellow-rumped warbler--returning from Central America or the Carribean. What I can show you about him with my photos is the beautiful canopy and his size in relation to the oak leaves around him. I was truly surprised when these warblers--this one and the Blackburnian in the previous post--came so close and lingered long enough for me to catch some images, both of them on the same morning. This is one of the magical things about nature, especially birds. If you sit still for a while and listen, the birds will come to you.
It is of course, spring and mating season, so when a male is singing, you can often get a good enough look to identify the warbler. (I use Peterson's field guides.)
Experienced birders know these tiny birds by song. I'm a novice. I'm sure I always will be. I'm interested in everything I see out there and there's a lot to see.
For the Love of It...
...the sage sees heaven reflected in Nature as in a mirror, and he pursues this Art, not for the sake of gold or silver, but for the love of the knowledge which it reveals.