Huh? What? Shouldn't it be?
Where are they?
Again, Ellie and I went to Sharp's Ridge Memorial Park this morning before her first class at UT. And it's the week of finals, so she didn't have much time, and again: Where are the migrants?
Are they stuck at a Stuckey's in Georgia on Route 23? (Parenthetical information: Actually, pecan-based Stuckey's began in the 1930s on Route 23 in Eastman, Georgia.)
Shouldn't the neotropicals be here by now? Well, I would think so, but not yet, apparently. We found/heard the same birds as last week but fewer winters. Ellie located another yellow-rump in breeding plumage, and surprisingly we met yet another man who had had his car attacked by a hormonal pine warbler.
But, we did not find the big kahunas of spring migrants: no Blackburnians, no redstarts, no veerys, passing through the valley.