Date: 5/16/20 10:03 am
From: Sandy Turner <tmsprgrn...>
Subject: Re: [VTBIRD] May 16, 2020: Coyote Hollow, Thetford Center
Argh - you have to rub it in about hearing the Blackburnian Warbler. It's
been a good 3 years since we've heard one, but still see one now and then -
not too shabby!

Cheers, Sandy and Mark Turner
Lyman, NH

On Sat, May 16, 2020 at 8:11 AM Ted Levin <tedlevin1966...> wrote:

> 5:25 a.m. 50 degrees, NW wind 4 mph. Saturated atmosphere: cloud
> ceiling thicker than cloud cellar, an extensive canopy of moisture born of
> the sky touching the earth, like a jungle sunrise without the sun. Mount
> Ascutney screened by mist. What's left of the moon remains hidden behind
> the eastern hills, the sun (somewhere) passes by.
> Last night: not ideal migration conditions. Warblers like paper airplanes
> do better with a tailwind, stay aloft longer, cover more ground,
> expend less energy. Thus far, 2020 spring migration in Coyote Hollow: more
> spillout than fallout; more dribble than spate; more whisper than shout.
> Today's warbler roster: black-throated green; black and white; northern
> parula (FOY); yellowthroat; ovenbird (three); yellow; blackburnian (FOY),
> and Nashville. Real fallout: May 16, 2016, Magee Marsh, south shore of Lake
> Erie, western, Ohio: Jordan and I overwhelmed by nineteen species of
> warblers, many eye-level and arm's lengths, idled on wooden railings and
> benches, flitting through shrubs. Exhausted warblers. Hungry warblers.
> Arriving at warp speed. Some so close we took their portraits with
> cellphones. Waves of bay-breasted and Cape May warblers, birds I don't
> often see in Vermont. Dozens of hooded and prothonotary warblers, birds I
> never see in Vermont. There were birds beyond counting. Joyous and
> bewildered, we just looked and looked . . . The fallout also included
> rock-star birders, Victor Emanuel and Kenn Kaufman, among them, both of
> whom we also checked out.
> A migratory event not to be repeated in Coyote Hollow today, however.
> Stereophonic walk: south of me, bittern calls from the reeds; north of me,
> turkeys gobble in the oaks. In between: a wood thrush sings (perhaps he'll
> stay); two winter wrens, songs somewhat subdued. A Nashville warbler sings
> and probes new leaves high in a cherry tree, breakfast table cum stage,
> wandering between old webworm webs, which hang like frayed socks. His
> two-part song enriches my walk. Pairs of chickadees heedless of
> social-distancing, forage too close. Blackburnian warbler song seeps out
> from a veil of hemlock branches. Who needs AARP's weekly invitation to have
> my hearing tested . . . I can still hear blackburnian high notes, the
> tinkling of distant chimes. More whisperer than crooner.
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