The best migration season I can remember for a long time just keeps going
at Radnor Lake. Not as many individuals this morning, but there were still
21 warbler species accounted for. I had a Mourning Warbler that sang every
minute for twenty minutes, but never showed itself. It was along the east
side of the straight stretch of the Lake Trail just past Cane Bridge and
before Grassy Point, about 100 feet off the trail in the thick underbrush.
And just before Long Bridge there was a singing Cerulean just twenty feet
off the ground in plain view. When I returned to the Mourning spot, it was
no longer singing, but a beautiful Canada Warbler had taken its place.
Another Least Flycatcher at the spillway bridge, and still lots of
I also ran into Magnus Persmark and his wife Rosie, former NTOS birders who
moved to Eugene, Oregon several years ago. They asked about all their old
birding friends, and especially you, Richard Connors. They're just
visiting, but may be out at Radnor again tomorrow.