White-eyed Vireo

Later in the morning a White-eyed Vireo sang in a vine-covered thicket in the old field – another first-of-the-season returning songbird. Its percussive chick-peri-ooo-chick! song rang out loud and strong, but I couldn’t quite see the bird. From a rustling of movement in the tangle of vines and leaves I could tell where it was, but could see no more of it than a glimpse of a shadowy gray wing with white wing bars. It sang and sang, but stayed hidden away, deep in the weeds, so I could only imagine, but never see the gray-green bird with bright yellow “spectacles,” white throat and lemon-yellow sides.

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