Blue-winged Warbler |
So there I stood in the far corner of the far field, head down, stymied, seething, giving up, ready to go home and watch deGrom pitch. And then I heard "Bzz bzz." I looked up, amazed I could hear such a soft sibilant sound. And upon looking up, I saw movement, and upon raising my binocular, I saw the bird, and it even stayed still for a moment for a half-assed photo. And thus, another demonstration of Zirlin's Second Law of Birding, to wit:
You will not see the bird until you have truly given up.
Earlier in the morning I witnessed the most peculiar behavior by a Cooper's Hawk. Walking along the northern side of the far field, I flushed a Coop out of a tree's low branches. It flew about 100 feet ahead and landed in a leafless bush or sapling. It then hung upside down, wing (you'll forgive the conflicting species expression) spread-eagled. I thought it was caught in brambles; I once saw that happen at Brig. I approached cautiously and the bird flapped around, seemingly helpless, but then, as if to demonstrate that the show was over, it simply let go of the branch with one claw and stood on the ground, staring balefully at me. I have no idea what was going on with the hawk and, as Wittgenstein said, if it could talk, I wouldn't understand it.
A couple of other birders there had warblers and flycatchers I would have liked to have seen and/or heard, but I was happy to finally get what is supposed to be an "easy" bird.
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