I was out early with the bunnies and birds last week. A small park just outside of Baltimore named Cromwell Valley Park is for some reason is a magical spot for migrating warblers in the fall.
A small stretch within a tree canopy next to a dry stream is a perfect place for searching for these elusive beauties. High in the trees, where the bugs are, many are familiar with the term ‘warbler neck.’ Getting tired of being a giraffe, I of course, had to go out in the grassy field. At least this time I had my tall rubber boots on, clothes tucked in and well treated with permethrin. No more ticks for this girl.
A number of Common yellow throated warblers were wondering if I had lost my mind, tempting fate once again.
Even a Rose breasted grosbeak joined in with the quandry.
But it was worth it as a beautiful Magnolia warbler was trying a variety of poses in attempts to capture the early morning worm.
It was wonderful to be back with the birds, and with my busy schedule, I hope to squeeze some more time with these beauties before they head south for the winter.