Black-and-white Warbler
A few minutes before sunrise this morning, the song of a Black-and-white Warbler pulled me quickly out of bed. I’d been waking slowly and lazily, but the sibilant weesa-weesa-weesa song that came through my open bedroom window is one I’ve been waiting impatiently to hear. I listened at the window for several minutes as it moved from tree to tree around our back yard, singing as it went. I couldn’t see it because of the angle of my view and a porch roof below, but it came pretty close at times and I could imagine the small, slender bird, striped all over in black and white, as it crept quickly over and around branches, searching for food.