As is often the case, no better description of a bird can be found other than those of Arthur Cleveland Bent. From Life History of American Wood Warblers…
“The northern black-throated green warbler I have always associated with the white pine woods, the delightful fragrance of fallen pine needles carpeting the forest floor and the murmuring of the warm summer breeze. The song has been written as ‘trees, trees, murmuring trees,’ appropriate words that seem to call vividly to mind the pretty little bird in its sylvan haunts and its delicious and soothing voice.”
As is usually the case, I was only able to get to Tower Grove Park a few times this year in order to witness the songbird migration that rolls through this migrant trap every spring and fall. Thankfully, I was able to be there for a couple good days in terms of numbers and diversity, and was pleased to find this cooperative BGWA singing and foraging through a flowering Black Cherry.
I don’t believe the pleasing colors and patterns of this stately bird could be captured in a single better pose than what is pictured above.
Until next time…
-OZB
A Thousand Acres of Silphiums 