I just had one of those magical experiences that only a birder can appreciate. This evening I went for a 5 mile jog around a Westport Island loop that I really enjoy (non-birding).
About a mile from the car I notice a splash of orange at the top of tree which immediately made me think “Blackburian Warbler”.
Then I saw a Northern Parula, and then another and then another . . then a Yellow Warbler. Soon my first Blackpolls of the season dropping down low enough for me to identify them.
The tree . . . basically the only flowering tree on the road was alive with warblers . . . soon I could see a Black-and-White working his way in and around the trunk. I could barely keep track of all the birds moving left, right, up, down, in, out . . . just incredible.
Oh yeah . . . did I mention the Black-throated Green?
Finally after about 10 minutes of staring straight up in amazement . . . I ran back to the car and returned with my camera and binoculars.
The warblers were still there but it was a little dark for good photos but I did get one of the Chestnut-sided Warblers that arrived right about dusk.
Yesterday I went out birding three times as a Kentucky Warbler was being seen in the area (very rare in Maine) . . . I never got it . . . but got lots of FOYs.