A few years ago, maybe four, my wife and I used to get up at the crack of dawn in order to bat a ball back and forth on the tennis court in a nearby park. Every single morning, at intervals while we were doing this, we'd hear the cheerful call of a bird nearby. I often looked around to try and see where the bird song was coming from to no avail.
One morning though, when the bird sang, I looked over to see a little, yellow bird sitting in one of the links in the fence that surrounds the court. I summoned my wife to come over from her position on the other side of the net so that I could point it out to her. As she was coming over, the bird flew off but then landed again in a link in the fence at the back of the court. The bird waited there until I could point it out while my wife was standing next to me.
Well, I could just say that we later identified the bird that we were looking at as a male Pine Warbler and leave it at that, but then, I would be leaving out the most amazing part of this story; and I certainly don't want to do that. You see, a few days after we had spotted this little Pine Warbler, it showed up again as we were walking by the park on our way to a local grocery store. It appeared with his mate and several of his young, landing with them on the ground not far from where we were walking. I think that our Pine Warbler friend was introducing us to his family. It sure seemed like that anyway.
One morning though, when the bird sang, I looked over to see a little, yellow bird sitting in one of the links in the fence that surrounds the court. I summoned my wife to come over from her position on the other side of the net so that I could point it out to her. As she was coming over, the bird flew off but then landed again in a link in the fence at the back of the court. The bird waited there until I could point it out while my wife was standing next to me.
Well, I could just say that we later identified the bird that we were looking at as a male Pine Warbler and leave it at that, but then, I would be leaving out the most amazing part of this story; and I certainly don't want to do that. You see, a few days after we had spotted this little Pine Warbler, it showed up again as we were walking by the park on our way to a local grocery store. It appeared with his mate and several of his young, landing with them on the ground not far from where we were walking. I think that our Pine Warbler friend was introducing us to his family. It sure seemed like that anyway.