Yesterday without realizing it - I followed Pamela Johnston's advice and went . . " to an east-facing slope on a reasonably bright morning (i.e., not raining), stand where you can see into the newly-leafed-out bigleaf maples (timing!), and listen for chip notes", and voila there popped up my first Nashville Warbler of the season in the Camassia Natural Area. I generally run into just one or two there each year about this time. -- Jack Williamson West Linn, Oregon