Birders love the strange, and here's an example. This morning, I was out looking at winter waterfowl on the Mystic when I was brought up short by the bird above. A black-and-white warbler? In this season? Ridiculous! But so it was: a warbler busily prospecting for bugs, as if it were a balmy day in April, and not a bitter December day with a howling wind and temperatures in the upper 20s. I don't know whose cognitive dissonance was greater, hers or mine. I do note, though, that on eBird someone logged a black-and-white in the Mystic Reservation a couple weeks ago, and this is likely the same party.
I guess I don't really understand non-migrating warblers. What on earth can they be finding to eat, especially with the extra demands on their metabolism? I wonder whether this one will this one continue to stick around, since she's lasted here this long, or finally take the hint. Keep an eye out for her, if you're down by the Mystic.
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