In my experience, a group of warblers will gradually move past you in one direction or the other and if you’re careful you can move along with them and become an honorary member of their bouquet. During my epic warbler weekend though, they didn’t move either way. For a half hour they stayed in the same bush and took turns hopping out for photos. Tennessees, magnolias, black-and whites, chestnuts, how could this day get any better!?! How about a Golden-winged Warbler, would that make it better? YUP!!! And then, of course, a few minutes after that the Hooded Warbler showed up. Epic warbler weekend indeed!