A Bog in Bloom
The Virtues of Not Finding Hessel's Hairstreak
Over the course of three hours on an Atlantic White Cedar bog in Maine yesterday, I did not find Hessel’s Hairstreak. But that’s okay. (After all, there’s no whining or complaining on a bog — ever — no matter how ferocious the biting insects.) So during breaks in my unsuccessful searching for the tiny green, rare butterfly, I turned my lens instead toward plants (like that Rhodora above). Click any image below for a bigger, better view or for your slideshow. Or scroll down to find a few warblers and a preview of things to come.
Coming this weekend to the blog
Tired Warblers at Our Feet
A classic songbird fallout and my best birding ever on Monhegan Island, Maine.