The very common, strategically-coloured, misnamed Orange-crowned Warbler. This one found a relatively open perch and sang for so long that you would think he believed he had a particularly special trill.
But more numerous were Wilson's Warblers. Their ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- etc. rattled throughout the greenery. They are skulky, but in an active way. Stand in one place long enough and one will pop into view.
Still there be sticks.
A few times I heard a buzzier call that reminded me of the Black-throated Green warblers of Ontario--Townsend's Warbler, my first of the year.
Fewer sticks, but fuzzier focus.
And then a hardcore skulker, not a warbler. A small greyish bird was dropping down to the edge of the pond, plucking tiny things from the surface of the water. A vireo, but which one?
It never fully unskulked, and I took these pictures hand-held at a distance, hoping that the photos enlarged would reveal the answer. The relatively indistinct eye-brow and absence of wing bars suggests Warbling Vireo.
This is a good spot to see spring migrants, a relatively isolated mixture of birch and pine, with ample edge habitat and proximity to water. It's good for flycatchers, Western Tanagers, warblers, vireos and more. If you are a Richmond birder, you may want to check it out soon before things peter out. Map:
Yellow polygon is prime habitat. If you hear a peacock shrieking to the east, you're in the right spot.