Someone left the lights on, didn't they?
It's that time of year again. I found her — I thinks it's a her — on the sidewalk in front of 333 Laurier West around noon today, well into rigor mortis and looking like a dried leaf as much as anything else.
The Parulidae go drab this time of year and identification gets tricky, which is why Peterson popularized the term "confusing fall warblers" though he didn't mean falling dead out of the sky. I think this is/was a female Common Yellowthroat but I could be way off base. I set her in a nearby planter to spare her the indignity of being trod upon. Such a tiny thing, she easily disappeared in the palm of my hand.
