Northern Waterthrush arrives!
This morning as usual, I went outside for the dawn chorus. It wasn't long before I heard an old familiar loud 'chink' in the swampy thicket. A Northern Waterthrush was walking through the water, bobbing its tail and singing as it went along. I went to get a better vantage point and watched it for awhile. It got up on an old grapevine and worked its way down a bit.
It stopped, it stopped bobbing. It puffed up and sat quietly. What a night this little migrant must have had with the storms here. The warbler then looked up at me as if to say, ahhh...I can have a wee rest.
After a minute or so, he started moving again back along the grapevine.
He circled the old maple trunk and picked up the pace. That's more like it, more what I'm used to seeing, this bird bob-bob-bobbing along.
He paused to eat a bit of some type of worm.
I wished him well and left him to enjoy his morning in the cool, wooded swamp. I felt elated that he had accepted my presence since I may not see him again for a year.
