The Canada Warbler is one my favorite Warblers. I love its hooded mask and bright yellow belly. I also like the fact that I only see them in May and September . . . Spring and Fall migration.
This morning I got up early and headed out to a birding hotspot, Hidden Valley Nature Center, a large preserve a couple towns away. As another sign of old age (I turned 60 on Tuesday), I got lost and the ensuing time lost only gave me 30 minutes of birding as I had to be at my desk by 8:00 (damn work).
I hurried to a peat bogs where Ingrid and I had been successful in the past and immediately heard a Nashville Warbler singing.
I did some pishing trying to attract the Nashville when a fledgling Black-and-White Warbler came out to visit me.
A few minutes later the Nashville appeared briefly.
Then the surprise of the morning . . . two Canada Warblers approached . . . I suspect I was near their nest. This was exciting as I have never seen a Canada during a non-migration month. I managed to keep them in sight for 10 minutes before I headed back to the car.
On the way back to the car I was reminded “its a good idea to look down when birding”: an endangered New England Cottontail was feeding on the bog boardwalk. Only 300 are believed left in Maine due to coyotes, invasive vegetation and loss of habitat. It had no fear of me.
And a Broad-winged Hawk in the parking lot.