More warblers

Today first thing I went out and immediately saw a couple of birds, making me think it was going to be a red-letter day.  It wasn't, of course, but even so, I did see a couple of warblers I could identify, and a couple I couldn't.  This first one there was no mistaking -- a black-and-white warbler that managed to snag a nice caterpillar, for the avian equivalent of the lumberjack's breakfast.

This next one I saw hunting among the flowers of the black cherry.  I puzzled for a long while over what it could be, before deciding it must be a female blackpoll.  And until someone tells me differently, a blackpoll is what it is.

And just to clear off one I had on my camera from the other day, here's a black-throated blue.

Meanwhile, the chimney swifts, which I thought were lost and gone forever, have shown up in some numbers, so I'm happy about that.  But if there's a harder bird to get a picture of, I don't know what it is.

Mr. Wilson's Warbler

Warblers haven't been especially numerous yet, but today, walking through Somerville, I heard and saw several.  There was a black-and-white on the bike path near Davis Square, then another warbler singing from a tree in a yard on Prospect Hill. Then later from my own yard I saw the Wilson's warbler above, and the magnolia warbler below.

I'd also been surprised in the last week to see a couple hermit thrushes, who by my reckoning were weeks late.  But maybe they were something else.  The one below is Swainson's:

It was being relentlessly bullied by the local robins, in a disheartening display of thrush-on-thrush violence.

Then there was this one:

Is this a veery?  Looks like it, though the photo is poor -- but it could also be the same thrush shown above, seen at a different time and in a different light.