I literally birded for 20 minutes yesterday. That's it. But I picked up a year bird and a pretty early migrant at that. I was not expecting a warbler (other than Yellow-rumped or Orange-crowned) as I picked through the dozens of birds that were responding to my screech-owl song, but one appeared. There was no denying it's identify, either. A bright yellow warbler with a distinct black cap on the head: Wilson's Warbler (158).
As I was birding in the area, a man came and asked me if I was taking photos of birds. I told him that I was watching birds and didn't have my camera with me. He asked me if I wanted to check out an owlet that he had on his property. Why not? He showed me the young Great-horned Owl sitting in its nest. It's right eye looked to be messed up. I hope it survives!
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