Ovenbirds constitute a distinct season in my yard -- about ten days after the first week of May. There's a part of my yard that's irresistibly attractive to them, a shady lane (of blacktop, this being Somerville), with a cedar fence on one side and a thick shrubbery on the other. I doubt there's another person in Somerville who boasts a yard so magnetic to ovenbirds. It's a small distinction, but I'm pleased with it, out of affection for the ovenbird.
Ovenbird was not, by the way, the only monotypic warbler in my yard today. Shame on you if you can't think of the other one.
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