Wednesday morning I went out with my camera to see if the warblers that stopped over after the storms on Tuesday were still here. First, a cardinal in our driveway reminded me that resident birds are special too.
Mourning dove on a morning walk through leaf litter.
Red-bellied Woodpecker was dipping his beak into a giant white bird-of-paradise flower… for a drink of water? for insects?
Black-throated Blue Warbler, a bird-photo first for me!
A uniquely colored, midnight-blue bird of tangled understories, the male Black-throated Blue Warbler sings a relaxed, buzzy I-am-so-la-zee on warm summer days in Eastern hardwood forests. He’s aptly named, with a midnight blue back, sharp white belly, and black throat. The olive-brown females, while not as dramatically marked as the males, have a unique white square on the wing that readily separates them from other female warblers. This warbler breeds in the East and spends the winter in the Caribbean.
Black-throated Blue in morning sun. Oh, you beauty.
Another resident made an appearance on our fence, a Carolina Wren.
In the banyan, a flash of color that can only be an American Redstart.
Strike a redstart pose.
Northern Parula, also a photo first for me.
A small warbler of the upper canopy, the Northern Parula flutters at the edges of branches plucking insects. This bluish gray warbler with yellow highlights breeds in forests laden with Spanish moss or beard lichens, from Florida to the boreal forest, and it’s sure to give you “warbler neck.” It hops through branches bursting with a rising buzzy trill that pinches off at the end. Its white eye crescents, chestnut breast band, and yellow-green patch on the back set it apart from other warblers.
I think this is a female or immature male Cape May Warbler.
A few blocks from home, this big tree, banyan or strangler fig, was full of warblers.
Before this species received the name Northern Parula (a diminutive form of parus, meaning little titmouse), Mark Catesby, an English naturalist, called it a “finch creeper” and John James Audubon and Alexander Wilson called it a “blue yellow-backed warbler.”
This Cape May Warbler was a bit disheveled. Molting?
Like a teenager who just rolled out of bed.
Cape May in a magnolia.
Another Black-throated Blue Warbler.
That was a fine hour of bird watching.