Every now and then, the banding site manages to capture an Eastern Phoebe or two. I had just seen my first of the season Phoebe on the Friday before at Mead Garden but was still surprised when I took another bird out of the bag on Sunday at Wekiva.
Heard often giving there "Phoebe!" calls while perched in more open spaces, these little flycatchers are a joy to watch as they glean and dive along the grasses or around the branches of the oak trees.
Just the week before we had another surprise when we captured a Yellow-billed Cuckoo. We couldn't remember exactly when we had caught one last but we did remember an earlier bird. Turns out that it was almost a year before. Could we have an annual event beginning? Next year will tell.
Most of the Veery have moved through and a few Swainson's Thrushes can still be seen around the state. Gray-cheeked Thrushes are now replacing those other birds at Wekiva. This was our second in a week.
Gearing up for the Yellow-rumps. Perhaps tomorrow.
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