I set my bowl of cereal on the table, but didn't even get to sit down. New songs reverberated off the closed window, calling me to let the world in. I cranked the window open, and was greeted by a soft warm breeze and the call of a Chestnut-sided Warbler. Every year, each new migrant stirs my memory, the hours spent listening to "birding-by-ear" CDs some times paying off. "There's a Yellow Warbler!", I think. "And a Wood Thrush, and a Northern Oriole, and..." Far off a burry, sing-song eludes me for a moment, and then joyously the image of a male Rose-breasted Grosbeak comes to mind. Yes! Now I hear it clearly.
The winds must have been good last night for so many new arrivals to greet my day. I have the windows open full at work, and I keep getting draw from my PC to my canopy view of the world. So far Eastern Kingbird, Warbling Vireo, RB Grosbeak, Yellow-rumped Warbler, Green Heron and an Osprey have all paid a visit. I wonder what else is in store today?