For the HOURS of driving/walking around the upper Ohio Valley, Presque Isle state park in Erie PA, etc..
I have never seen a freaking warbler..ANY warbler..
Michael's big joke is to yell "Warbler!" if we spot a common bird.
Today, I'm reading on the couch and hear unfamiliar birdsong.
I see a yellowish thing flitting through the trees. What the heck is that....?
With my normal grace under pressure, I flail wildly and leap off the couch, stumble through the house and snag my camera.
More grace? I smacked the camera off the window and into my brow bone.
So..what's your vote?