Girl from the North Country
Dear young Ms. Black-throated Green Warbler:
I was looking through some of my images from last fall, and I remembered the September day you dropped out of the sky, headed to the tropics from your home in the north country.
Please condsider this your embossed, hand-addressed invitation to return to the Indigo Hill weeping willow tree next spring or fall, on your way through Ohio. You know the tree, it's right off the deck out back. We never spray it, so the insects on it are "organically grown" you might say. I'm not sure what it is about willows, but all the songbirds seem to love them.
Since you last visited this ridgetop farm, I've gotten a new camera and I'd really love to take your picture again, if you don't mind.
There's no need to r.s.v.p. Just show up whenever it feels right.
I'll be outside watching for you.
Until then may you have safe travels, gentle rains, and helpful tailwinds.
Bill of the Birds