<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div> I’ve been out turning over rocks, so to speak. Good numbers of Palm Warblers led me down a trail. Yellow-rumped Warblers were busy in every other tree. An Orange-crowned Warbler and a Hermit Thrush were here and there. Ruby-crowned Kinglets used megaphones to produce their loud sounds. Spotted Sandpipers were numerous along the water’s edge. My father called them teeter-snipe because teeter-snipes sounded wrong. Forster’s Tern calls of “ki-arr” came from all directions. Mudflats were occupied with Pectoral Sandpipers and both species of yellowlegs. A Cooper’s Hawk (the “chicken hawk” of my youthful years when I tried to make millions by raising exotic breeds of small chickens) harassed three Turkey Vultures with menacing flight maneuvers and a lengthy series of cak-cak-cak calls. I saw my FOY Solitary Sandpiper at the edge of a cow pasture and my FOY Green Heron at a lakeside park.</div><div> In the yard, White-crowned Sparrows joined the flock of White-throated Sparrows and a single Fox Sparrow on the ground. There were many Purple Finches and Pine Siskins. There was but one Eastern Towhee, but its number was impressive.</div><br><div dir="ltr">Al Batt<div><font color="#000000"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></font></div></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 17.33333396911621px;">Here in the greater Hartland area</span></div></body></html>