Amid the chaos of my epic warbler weekend there was a little yellow somebody darting back and forth across a small opening in the bush. He never stopped out in the open, not once. Who is this mysterious little hidey bird? I could go out on a limb and say it’s a Wilson’s Warbler but you know I would never make a random guess like that, not me. Wait, got him! He finally paused long enough for me to get a shot and I’ll take it because like I always say, a half a Wilson is better than no Wilson at all. I knew I should have made that guess!