Great Crested Flycatcher
This morning began with the soft, sleepy sound of rain, and rain continued for most of the day, a steady, lush green rain that seemed to bring out the leaves of the trees as it fell, so that by end of day the woods had turned from thinking of green to a deeper flush of wet new-green, laced with the white blooms of dogwood.
Late in the afternoon, after the rain had stopped, it was a nice surprise to hear the deep, rich whreep and burrrt calls of a Great Crested Flycatcher in trees on the edge of the woods, the first one here this season.