Spent a beautiful long weekend up at the family cottage. Sunday morning I hit Bruce Caves for a bit of birding (and to do my part in keeping the local blackfly population well fed). A voice I couldn’t quite place led me to a male Mourning Warbler singing in the poplars. Across the clearing, a Black and White Warbler answered. Although the former was a better find, I spent far more time with the latter — BAWWs sport a plumage that is a lot more fun to put down in pencil.
Lovely work Jo, bottom left corner of sheet one is exquisite.
I love your blog! I wait anxiously for your next post :) Hope all is well….