Nevertheless, the birches look pretty right now, with their dainty pale green leaves slowly opening. The associated insect, particularly caterpillar, fauna is munching away, in turn being munched upon by the returning insectivorous migrants.
Up high, too high for much chance of a decent photo, Yellow-rumped Warblers flit back and forth. Notice the yellow throat, making this the "Audubon's" form of the species, as opposed to the pale-throated "Myrtle," more common east of the mountains.
Why is it called "Crunchy Forest?" Well, really it isn't. But that's what it sounds like when you try to walk through it. The Himalayan blackberry is down, but not out. Some time last fall it was weed-whacked flat, but the tangle of crispy, dead canes is still there, a prickly blanket not allowing anything else to grow. No pretty spring flowers here.
The native bog habitat would have had clusters of shore pines amid seas of Labrador Tea and other low-growing shrubs. The Orange-crowns would have been there, but probably not the Yellow-rumps. Open-field, or scrub-inhabiting birds such as Gold Finches, Common Yellowthroats and Willow Flycatchers would be there, as well as generalists such as American Robins.
The grand switcheroo continues. What will happen next, and who will benefit, who will lose?
Birding never ends.