First-spring Summer Tanager
A first-spring Summer Tanager sang a tentative song from the branches of oaks and pecans in the front yard this morning. The song was clearly the slurred, musical whistle of a Summer Tanager, but much softer and more hesitant. Splotched about half and half rose-red and deep yellow, he sang not from a treetop, but from low in the branches, moving from place to place, singing a few bars here, and a few bars there.