April 14, 2014

field notes, mmxiv-iv-xiv

The wind was gusting 30-40 mph on our walk this afternoon, when suddenly, plop, a baby yellow-rumped warbler landed at our feet. He had a perplexed, "How did I end up here?" look on his face. We stopped and stood still. A few seconds later he hoisted himself into the air and half-flew, half-blew to a treeline thirty yards away. The flight was awkward, but he stuck the landing. Whew! He may have fledged a few days too soon, but it looked like he had the basic skills to take care of himself.

1 comment:

  1. That sounds more skilled than the new robins we have seen trying to learn the art of flying.