At the Elm Lane bridge over the greenway we encountered a small warbler party made up of American redstart, northern parula, and one hidden but vocal participant. I’m not sure what it was; that’s the way it goes with spring warblers sometimes. You don’t see every bird. Warbler songs can be variable within a species and I think that’s what we dealt with there, a common species with an odd voice. Still, the redstart and parula put on quite a show for us.
A wet portion of the greenway produced a common yellowthroat, and both waterthrushes; Northern and Louisiana. The Northern is just passing through while the Louisiana nests along the creek. The yellowthroat wasn’t happy at all that we were snooping around his territory and let us know all about it.
A small commotion of Carolina chickadees, tufted titmice, and gnatcatchers directed our attention to the top of a box elder. Such a flock of these small busybodies usually indicates a barred owl or a rat snake. This time it was a barred owl, that soon decided the combination of tiny birds in its face and six sets of binoculars on it was too much. It glided off along the creek while the tiny warriors claimed triumph.