The chorus of bird songs that welcome me each morning as I walk up the hill to my office is amazing.
Many are familiar, but they're punctuated with new birds as migrants come home or move through.
I heard a Louisiana Waterthrush yesterday with Patrick McMillan (the director of the Garden) along the streamside trail beyond the Woodland Wildflower Garden -- it's full of different species of ferns, Jack-in-the-Pulpit, and a few trilliums.
I heard the song again today on a lunchtime walk with a good friend.
Males sing profusely when they're establishing their territories, and I heard the song at the same spot as yesterday. Hopefully, he'll attract a mate and establish a nest in the eroded bank at that spot -- it seems like the right habitat.