Last spring the best I could do with the Blackburnian Warblers was a few fluffy little butt shots as they darted away. I recall shaking my fist in the air and shouting I’ll see you in the fall, dadgummit! Or was it more like some pouting and begging? I don’t remember. It’s not important. Anyway, as promised, here’s a Blackburnian Warbler from this fall!