In the North American summer, if you live north of Georgia and east of the Rocky Mountains . . . the song of the Ovenbird is a daily companion. I my case, the “Teacher, Teacher, Teacher” was so omnipresent . . . I rarely noticed it . . . before I fell in love with birding.
Hearing an Ovenbird is easy . . . seeing an Ovenbird is difficult. They are shy ground feeders, moving along the forest floor, scratching leaves to uncover a bug or two. For the most part, their brown and orange color matches the ground cover making them practically invisible.
The Ovenbird is a Warbler, but they lack the bright colors of the Yellow Warbler, American Redstart and Yellow-rumped Warbler.
This morning, I brought Ingrid out to the Hidden Valley Nature Center, so she could see the Canada Warbler I had photographed on Friday. Unfortunately it was overcast and drizzly . . . and the birds were singing . . . but not making themselves visible.
Mosquitos on the other hand were quite visible and we hurried back to the car while we still had some blood left in our veins when Ingrid spotted an Ovenbird about 30 feet away.
Ovenbirds walks like a chicken, strutting across ground. I has a long tail which makes their locomotion quite comical.
Despite the mosquitos . . . Ingrid also spotted several Blue-headed Vireos and I briefly glimpse the Canada Warbler again.