Warbler, Blackburnian #181
The only orange throated warbler in North America is named after Anna Blackburn, an English botanist. We rarely see them as they live high up in the tree tops eating bugs.
The only orange throated warbler in North America is named after Anna Blackburn, an English botanist. We rarely see them as they live high up in the tree tops eating bugs.
Wetlands with lots of shrubs or fallen trees make great bug habitat, and where there are bugs you will also find Warblers. This Yellow was busy searching out snacks in the spring flood.
This gem moved fast, almost too fast for me to follow… I’ll just have to go back and search it out again for better pics! Shown here in fall plumage.
Magnolia Warbler
Hard to imagine these little birds fly all the way to the West Indies for the winter, I find it amazing. Generally to search for bugs on the edge of forests like this like one was, he was very busy and really didn’t hardly give me a glance.
I was delighted to find this bird. Just when I was thinking “wouldn’t it be cool to find a Black Throated Blue” there is was right in front of me. Click, click, click, click. A very approachable bird once found.
Once known as the Black and White Creeper, this little bird moves around on tree trunk seeking out bugs under the bark. Found in Canada during the summer and migrates south for the winter.
The Prothonotary Warbler is an endangered bird in Canada, it is a real treat to find one let alone get a few photos of one.
A male and female … on another mosquito ridden path, pass me the bug spray, I would rather die a slow death of Deet poisoning than be carried away by mosquitos! We need more warblers, many more. These sing a loud and cheerful song, easy for me to hear, except they sound a lot like my phone.
Walking along the trails of the Bruce Peninsula getting eaten alive by mosquitos, perfect place for Warblers. the little fellow was quite accommodating and posed on several branches to have his photo taken.
Walking on the Bruce Peninsula, you never know what your going to find, it’s always an adventure.
Saw this little fellow up on the Bruce Peninsula…
Once I knew where to look for these little gems … it occurred to me to investigate the back of my farm, so off I went a little ways along Johnston’s Side Road and low and behold there in the wetland, was a flock of Yellow Warblers.
Driving along the Lower Valley Road in the Beaver Valley … this little bird was rummaging around close to the ground and singing load and clear: witch-i-ty witch-i-ty witch-i-ty
If you ever think you r getting pretty good at photography, try Warblers… it’s like a bite of humble pie.