It’s a quiet time of year, birdwise. Even the Red-eyed Vireo has stopped chanting. Time to brush up on confusing fall warblers and shorebirds before the tide of migration sweeps back.
Many of the backyard birds are on their second brood, so once again I’m seeing comical bob-tailed catbirds and tuftless titmice. I thought at first this was a pair of Baltimore Orioles, until I saw the tufts of fledgling down still poking through.