I see breast of gold,
white wingbars too –
and I hear him sing,
his sweet, happy tune.
And I say to myself – what a wonderful Warbler.
What a wonderful Warbler.
My apologies to Louis Armstrong, but that’s the first thing that came to mind when I started this post!
This male Pine Warbler serenaded me from the tree-tops today. I don’t see him very often during the summer months, so his visits are always a pleasant surprise.
After landing on the mister for a moment, he made his way over to the peanut feeder.
He gave me a brief glance, clearly concluding that I was no major threat to his safety.
Then he turned his attention to liberating a peanut from the confinement of its cage.
Between his boisterous song and his brilliant appearance, this fellow simply makes me smile.