...what are you?
...ahhh! That's what you are, you little Yellow-rumped Warbler, you!
(I love it when the name really matches the plumage...)
Even though I'll miss the blues of summer, the Yellow-rumped Warbler's subdued autumn colors are just as pretty.
Sunday afternoon I went to Fort Ancient to my favorite little pine stand (the one located off the field by the Mound Trail). I sat down on the forest floor and sketched. While I was drawing, three or four Yellow-rumped Warblers foraged in the branches overhead, flitting and peeping and gleaning insects. It was so nice to listen to them while I scribbled out saplings with my pencil. Then...out of nowhere, splat! One left me a little gift...
It didn't really matter. I quickly wiped it up and finished my journal entry. Now it's a funny memory. I laughed out loud when it hit the paper. All these years of field sketching, and I've never had a bird go the bathroom on my paper!