<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div> I heard a loud, ringing "Pete, Pete, Pete, Pete, lend me your shoe" from the water's edge. The song of the Northern Waterthrush reminded me of the title of an Emily Dickinson poem, "A Little Madness in the Spring."</div><div> My attention was drawn to the Nashville Warblers by their yellow undersides, but they foraged so low their rufous crown patches were often evident. A Black-and-white Warbler creeped along a tree trunk as deftly as a nuthatch. The first Harris's Sparrow and Rose-breasted Grosbeak in the yard looked massive while maintaining social distancing from a Chipping Sparrow.</div><div> Birding is wicked good.</div><br><div dir="ltr">Al Batt </div><div dir="ltr">Hartland <div><div><h1 class="quoteText" style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-weight: normal; padding: 0px; line-height: 21px;"><br></h1></div></div></div></body></html>