On Saturday, Ingrid and I were desperate to see a new bird.  April had been cold (and depressing due to COV-19) and very few birds had been migrating north.  Thus we got up early, drove north for an hour, made an hour climb up a “mountain” just to get an Eastern Towhee.

Sunday we worked around the house hoping that Spring Migration would start soon.

That night our hopes came true as the radar showed massive numbers of birds moving north and on Monday morning I got eight first of the year birds.

Tuesday morning was a trip to the Kennebunk Plains grass plain where I picked up 5 new ones . . .

And Tuesday afternoon four more.

So amazing how quickly things can change.