Serendipity: being in the right place at the right time brings us our luck.
Late Monday morning I had just left my work container located on Center Drive, driving my work vehicle towards the west end of Center Drive where I must stop before entering West Drive (opposite 16th St entrance ). While hesitating to cross, I knew I saw something low and left: a quick flash of yellow above the ground, into mugwort. So I waited to see what it was, figuring it had to be a warbler ( the only things that are small and yellow in our part of the world)
After a minute, I found my guy. Flickering and making quick movements to different spots on the bridle trail ground, the Wilsons Warbler shone brightly in the dreary cheerless day, just a few feet away from me.I didn't even need bins! I watched the Wilsons for 5 minutes as it worked the edges of the bridle trail at Lookout Hill's base; this guy is a perky survivor!
I know a Wilsons has been hanging out a mile away at Breeze HIlls south slope where the Rufous Hummingbird made famous last year. Likely this is the same bird. Maybe it's hopeful finally Mr Wilson realizes he better get the heck outta here and be home for christmas way down south.
But I got my present as it's the first time I've seen Mr Wilson this year, my nemesis bird all nicely wrapped ready for opening.
" Preserve and cherish the pale blue dot,the only home we've ever known"
--Carl Sagan
