Sometimes I just loath generalizations, but at the same time feel that they remain too tantalizing to ignore. With that in mind, it seems that everything that moves near the ground within the realm of my vision, that is unrelated to the wind, ends up turning out to be a White-throated sparrow. This species seems to hold dominion over GTA parkland, if you omit the contribution made by dogs. Even so, I think that the total biomass of all the sparrows exceeds that of the dogs.
With this generalization unpacked, I must add that everything that seems to move in the treetops is a Myrtle warbler, followed closely by Palm warblers in the mid-story. I've never seen so many Palm warblers. It almost feels like, if I stand truly erect with arms outstretched and palms raised, I might expect a Pam warbler to settle on each hand if I merely wait long enough. All hyperbole aside, I declare this
Palm Sunday. But, that's sort of hyperbolic too, isn't it?
Palm warbler singing
