Despite the frustration of the onset of Spring migration and the confusion of trying to identify warbler songs not heard in a year – and the self-inflicted malady of “warbler neck”… there is still peace in the woods.
A Barred Owl diligently peruses the creek, and scoops up a crayfish lunch.
A female Northern Cardinal believes herself unseen in her not-so-hidden nest.
A Great Blue Heron balances on one leg, perhaps resting after a successful morning hunt.
And, even if the warblers don’t cooperate for pictures, the wildflowers are there, ever lovely.