"Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slant of yellow light."
― Paul Monette
Warbler-wise, the Pheasant Branch Creek Corridor was quiet yesterday, with little movement in the canopy or understory. Still, the woods weren't without interest—several Swainson's Thrushes and a few Gray-cheeked Thrushes skulked through the darker corners of the corridor, offering brief glimpses and soft calls from the shadows.
So far I've tallied 20 warbler species for this season's southbound migration, with Palm, Yellow-rumped, and Orange-crowned yet to make my 'fall' observation list. A typical season total usually falls in the mid-twenties, so there's still some room to round things out as September gives way to October.
The autumnal equinox occurs tomorrow, when the sun crosses the celestial equator, marking the start of astronomical fall. But already, the landscape is showing many signs of the season—maples beginning to flame red, sumac leaves curling toward crimson, and Virginia creeper vines draping trees in deep scarlet.
But, for the most part, the corridor is pretty much a green jungle ...
I found one Buffalo Treehopper!
Like in recent years, I haven't devoted the same energy to fall migration as I once did. There was a time I birded it with the same focus and enthusiasm as spring, intent on seeing as many species as possible. Now I'm content with fewer outings and fewer checkmarks, appreciating the season for what it offers rather than what I can tally—my visits are fewer, but the season still carries its quiet rewards.
I guess the boreal sparrows are next!
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