Amid the chaos of another spring warbler migration I heard a tiny “chirp” and it made me smile. While the warblers beg for attention this time of year, demand it really, the White-throated Sparrow patiently waits. Politely and periodically he lets out a tiny “chirp” as his way of saying take your time, I’ll be perched right here. It’s usually a fancy little perch too, adorned with flowers, fruits or vines, or leaves that have turned some amazing color. Patiently he waits for me on his fancy little perch.