Fall warblers are coming through in good numbers now.
I’m a considerably-less-than-awesome birder when it comes to identifying warblers, especially dull-hued fall warblers. They seem to have a habit of staying mostly in the leafy shadows. And, they’re usually only about the size of a Snickers® candy bar or standard playing card. And, the damn things hardly ever stay still when I try to focus binoculars or a long lens on them. And, and, and …. (Why can’t warblers be like pushy black-capped chickadees?)
You might appreciate my situation by trying to find the warbler that’s staring straight at me (hence, you) in this photograph taken Saturday:
I don’t see any really good identifying marks from that perspective; stripes are common to many types of warblers. However, as usual, he didn’t stay still long and I managed to get a privacy-invading shot of him and his bold butt:
That dab of yellow on his rear (and a little on his side) make me believe that he’s a Yellow-Rumped Warbler and that he’s on his way with his kind to the southern states, Mexico, or Caribbean. Bon voyage, you little devil! (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 4, 2025; sex assumed.)