Birding Notes

Reflections on birds and other wildlife on the edge of a southern woodland

Friday, April 17, 2009

Hooded Warbler

About 9:00 this morning – another cool, clear, sunny day – a Hooded Warbler sang in the low branches on the eastern edge of our yard, at the edge of the woods. I heard its bright weeta-weeta-wee-TEE-oh song, and found it not far away, a little olive-green bird with a bright yellow face and striking black hood, lifting his head and singing three or four times before flying into a large forsythia bush and out of view. Later in the day, I heard his song again two or three times from generally the same area. I’d like to think he might stay around, maybe near one of the creeks, but it’s more likely he’s just passing through.


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