|Speaking of flycatchers|
There are many challenges for the obsessed, but geographically constrained, birder. I run a yearly count of the birds I see on the farm. Sometimes it is hard to find them.
Lately the count has been hanging at 68 with a frustrating lack of new entries, although flycatchers have abounded since I discovered the bird window upstairs, which looks right into the mulberry and mountain ash trees.
Even the fall warbler migration has been disappointing, with only a couple of yellow-rumped and some common yellowthroats, which we have had all summer.
Then this morning I heard an unfamiliar call out in front. Still don't know what that was, but as I sat here at the kitchen table with the doors and windows open, the very familiar zoo-zoo-zee of the Black-throated Blue Warbler rang out. He only called a few times, but there was no mistaking him.
Doesn't get much easier than that.
Kinda made my day.