Iam a warbler man. I enjoy looking for all kinds of birds, but there’s just something about warblers that attracts my atten- tion more than any other family of birds. I don’t know whether it’s their vibrant colors, delightful songs, or cheerful dispositions, but
I spend more time on an annual
basis looking for warblers than any
other type of bird.
Luckily, my home state of
Pennsylvania is graced each
spring by a massive invasion of
a wide variety of these neotropi-
cal migrants. By the second week
of May, our state forests, parks,
and game lands are literally buzz-
ing with warbler activity, and the
opportunities to go out and find
warblers in my neck of the woods
are virtually limitless. Anyone with
a sharp eye or a good ear will have
no problem finding a warbler in
Penn’s Woods at this time of year.
Being a warbler man, I look
forward to the annual spring
migration with much enthusiasm.
I monitor Internet bird reports to
find out when and where the first
sightings occur, and then head
out to start my own search. My
Cerulean warbler, male.