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Black-throated Green Warbler / © Bryan Pfeiffer

Black-throated Green Warbler / © Bryan Pfeiffer

FROM THE RAINS this weekend there will be birds – lots of them.

Spring is coming slowly this year. Here in my home city of Montpelier, Vermont, the Bloodroot, which is normally done blooming by now, still flashes its elegant white petals. Red Trillium is just now breaking into its three-parted flower. And the leaves – the evil leaves if you’re a selfish and parochial birder, the leaves that hide the warblers – have not yet popped.

On our five-mile loop around Montpelier this morning, through neighborhoods, along the North Branch of the Winooski River, and into Hubbard Park, Ruth and I encountered full-frontal views of nine warbler species. When the wind and rain arrive this weekend, more warblers will be along for the ride, dropping out of migration like gems from the Heavens.

You should be out there with them. Color, music, grace, and flight mingle in the lives of most birds. But no bird, at least here in the Northeast, pulls it off like a warbler.

Warblers are in a family called Parulidae, defined like other bird families by genetics and distinctive anatomy. But my own definition of a warbler is simply: a tiny, vibrant, vocal, migratory songbird.

You want vernal pleasures? Find it in warblers. Like gravity, they exert a force of their own on birdwatchers. They’re like sex or chocolate, a Schubert piano trio, or shooting the moon in hearts. Once you’ve experienced warblers, you want more warblers.

Across North America, we’ve got warblers brown and streaky like thrushes, warblers marked like zebras, warblers with hoods, warblers with caps, warblers with bibs, a warbler wearing a raccoon mask, and a warbler, the Kirtland’s warbler, that is among the rarest nesting songbirds on the continent. We’ve got warblers clad in crimson, flame, rust, chestnut, lemon, lime, jade, cerulean, and cobalt. Those hues go well with the black, white, and/or gray base coat or adornments that most warblers display as part of their intoxicating plumage.

It’s even more intoxicating when you add song. We’ve got warblers that trill, warblers that shout, warblers that buzz, warblers that rub together only a couple notes, and warblers whose songs are nearly inaudible to the human ear.

How big are warblers in the psyche of North American birdwatchers? A birder might find 100 or more species of all kinds during a busy dawn outing, but the real measure of “success” is the warbler tally: contemptible as it may seem to keep count, 20 or more species is respectable. I’ve had a few 30-plus warbler days. And once, during a dawn rainstorm in Ohio, which produced an epic fallout of migrants, I encountered 20 warbler species in my first 20 minutes of birding, which may be my greatest listing feat in nearly four decades of chasing birds.

The western U.S. may have more than a dozen hummingbird species to our one here in the East, but don’t mess with us on warblers. North America has 56 or so warbler species (not including the extinct Bachman’s Warbler), two-thirds of which can be found only in the northeastern quarter of the U.S., many of them exclusive to the temperate forests and points north. Around us, among us, they will soon be nesting, from the canopy tops to the bog mats, exploiting our grand flourish of insects, stuffing caterpillars and flies into the gaping beaks of their nestlings.

So stuff a field guide into your pocket and grab the binoculars. You now have yet another reason to visit woodlands and wetlands. (By the way, here in another blog post is justification for going out into the rain.) In all their Technicolor, the warblers summon you to one of nature’s most vivid displays of life. Here’s more evidence – a slide show of warblers, many of which appeared on my recent trip with my pal Josh to the American Southeast and Midwest.

  1. Mark C. says:

    Bryan, YOU ROCK, man. It gives me great joy knowing how passionate about this stuff you are, and that you give voice to that passion so wonderfully-

  2. Love warblers anywhere. As the late great Roger Tory Peterson wrote “Warblers are the butterflies of the bird world” He was not kidding 🙂

  3. In my recent post, I asked readers to share their favorite bird blogs. Catherine Cornell, another WP blogger, wrote about yours. Well, isn’t it my lucky day. 🙂 Your essays are down-home charming, even-song-mellow. And your photos are doubly-dazzling. Toni

  4. Eddie Wren says:

    An *excellent* post, Bryan. I enjoyed it greatly, especially as we are taking our ‘Wildlife Watchers & Nature Photographers’ (WNY) group to Presque Isle, at Erie, PA (on Lake Erie) for a warbler watch, this Sunday. Much anticipation (to which you have now added fuel!).

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