I heard the destinctive call of a Mourning Warbler (well, OK, to me it
sounds more like "Pleased pleased pleased to meetcha' than the
Chestnut-sided warbler does, but I have a tin ear) in my front pasture on
Maple Leaf Farm Road this morning. Hustled off for the binos, hustled back
out, looked for movement, and there he was, singing his head off in a maple
tree, before heading into the pine forest. A Life Backyard Bird!