I always underestimate June. In my head, it marks the sad end of spring migration and all the giddy rediscovery that goes with it. Hearing the song of a warbler you haven’t heard in a year, seeing them and the Arctic nesting shorebirds in the full glory of their breeding plumage for just a few short weeks, and new local breeding birds arriving every day. Such are the joys of May. I think of June as the doldrums between the spring and fall migrations. And June always proves me wrong.
Weekly Bird Report on WCAI