In the absence of our insect friends in the woods, where is a lost Prothonotary Warbler going to find a square meal? Why in the Kelp of course. The shuffle into spring has begun and the switch from severely blocking northerly winds to more temperate southerly hints has brought the much awaited season change: A Great Egret in Yarmouth; an Osprey in Pubnico; a scattering of Indigo Buntings and, best of all (so far), a spanking Prothonotary Warbler in the kelp at the end of Sandy Cove Road, Ketch Harbour.
In the normal course of things such a gem would be temptation enough to go for, and the thought of lining the pockets of the gas companies – a fuel hike of $14. Per litre over the past couple of weeks should do that – brings a warm glow to the wallet that such fleecing inspires. Fact is, Sandra and I had an appointment in big town (Halifax) and so going up a day early worked very well. Add to that the gracious supper invite from Diane, joining Chris and Fulton and finally meeting Sean, the dogs and parrots and it was a fun adventure.
The object of our desires was easily visible from the beach path as it hopped and plucked around a kelp dump. Seeing wood warblers sans wood is always special, and this little gem put on a great show. It fed well, was able to stand its ground against Song and Ipswich Sparrows and looks like it will be fit and ready to re-orient after stocking up on nosh.
So, NS tick #302 and not one I ever expected to be this easy to see. Big thanks to Andrew Simpson for finding it. Here are the shots. We kept well back and the Kelp haze meant that many shots turned into a few semi-reasonable ones.