Warbler

VJbirdwatching, photographybirds, birdwatching, photos, warblers9 Comments

There are many species of warblers, and most I am not able to identify. Google reverse image suggests this is a Blackburnian warbler (likely a female). Most importantly, these little birds always bring such joy.

Thanks to Don’t Hold Your Breath for hosting a bird of the week challenge.

9 thoughts on “Warbler”

Liz Gauffreau says:

July 1, 2023 at 5:14 pm

What a pretty little bird! With a pretty little song to match?

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1. VJ says:
  
  July 1, 2023 at 5:24 pm
  
  Very pretty. A heart stealer.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    July 1, 2023 at 8:16 pm
    
    My kind of bird!
    
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Rupali says:

July 1, 2023 at 10:22 am

Lovely!

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1. VJ says:
  
  July 1, 2023 at 11:29 am
  
  Thanks
  
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I. J. Khanewala says:

June 30, 2023 at 8:59 am

Warblers are hard. And I can’t even spot them a lot of the time.

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1. VJ says:
  
  June 30, 2023 at 10:55 am
  
  I know. Me too. But I discovered that they are curious, so if you make a phish, phish sound and wait, they’ll come investigate. Sometimes….
  
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Wynne Leon says:

June 30, 2023 at 7:26 am

Sweet!!

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1. VJ says:
  
  June 30, 2023 at 10:54 am
  
  😊
  
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