While walking along the curb next to the neighbourhood woodlot I noticed hectic twitching amongst the leaves and soon spotted a warbler, and then another. I immediately retrieved my camera from my father’s walker basket, after finishing my mug of tea, and tried to capture a shot of the proximal warbler, ignoring its more distant cousin and not even allowing a moment to identify the species. Ya, like I should be so skilled to spontaneously identify a frenetic juvenile warbler under the height of excitement at fulfilling my destiny.
The light was subdued so I cranked the ISO to 1600, which is forbidden territory with my old camera and I almost immediately felt that I had over reacted. Despite the hasty adjustment the results were not too bad at all. Just then a car came down the street to spook the warbler. Then another car came by, and then another car came by and then a delivery truck and then a Centurion tank trundle by … OK, maybe it wasn’t exactly a Centurion, but you get the picture. THIS IS NOT A PARK!
Juvenile Blackpoll warbler
