I don't have a single favorite bird. In many cases, my favorite is simply the one I am looking at. On Saturday, I added a new bird to my very long "favorite list" simply because I saw it, photographed it and it's name contains another favorite past-time of mine...
Like many birders in southeast Michigan, I have been known to leave the state during spring migration. That is not to say that Michigan doesn't have any places worth visiting - it certainly does. But one of the premiere places in the Midwest is only an hour from my home, so taking the short trek there now and then is certainly a worthwhile adventure. So, Saturday morning, I hit the road and was at Magee Marsh Wildlife Area by 7:45 am.
Like many birders in southeast Michigan, I have been known to leave the state during spring migration. That is not to say that Michigan doesn't have any places worth visiting - it certainly does. But one of the premiere places in the Midwest is only an hour from my home, so taking the short trek there now and then is certainly a worthwhile adventure. So, Saturday morning, I hit the road and was at Magee Marsh Wildlife Area by 7:45 am.
In the span of 6 hours or so,

But what was the most interesting bird of the day? The one I can't count, because it is not a species - it is parts of two.
First, a quick note on how a birding list may work. You see a species and you record it on your list. Ta-dah! An American Robin, a Red-tailed Hawk, and a Herring Gull would be three checks on the list right? Each is it's own species and therefore has it's own place on the checklist.
Sometimes, however, a bird is not pure.

Ultimately, as Blue-winged Warblers move north into Golden-winged Warbler territories, the interbreeding results in the long-term loss of the Golden-wings. Their genes are lost as the more dominant genes of the Blue-wings take over. Interestingly enough, if you think about, it is not because they aren't breeding, it is because they are breeding. For the Golden-winged Warbler, the simple act of passing on one's genetic information is, in a sense, dooming some populations.
By the way, lets look at that name again: Brewster's Warbler. Brrrreeeeewwwwster's Warbler. Get it?
All this typing has made me thirsty....
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