With apologies to our friends in Houston, Puerto Rico and the Islands, the weather in Maine the last couple days has been awful. Yesterday our little hamlet of Wiscasset got 5.2 inches of rain . . . not even our cats would go outside. For birders, it’s been claustrophobic and miserable.
This morning the sun came out so I raced to Hermit Island, a birding hotspot that juts out into the Atlantic Ocean.
Unfortunately, the end of the peninsular has very different weather than here at home. The slight breeze became a constant 30 mile-an-hour wind, with huge breakers and surf. For the first 15 minutes, I saw nothing . . . literally nothing. Then I ducked into “the closed for the season” Hermit Island Campground and in the shrubs surrounding each campsite . . . were the birds.
Dozens . . . perhaps hundreds of Yellow-rumped Warblers were everywhere. They flew by me, around me and over me. The wind would knock them down into the brush and then another one would pop up.
I was surprised to see a migration tardy pair of Red-eyed Vireos and a couple of Wood Ducks.
An adult and juvenile Bald Eagle kept me company for the next hour, circling the campground over and over.
Finally, as I was climbing back in the car, a Savannah Sparrow flew over and chattered at me for a couple minutes.
It’s good to get outside.