Tuesday, 8:47 a.m.: A few minutes ago my wife called to me, noting a strange bird on our deck. It was sitting on the back of a chair. Then it fluttered against the patio-door glass, perhaps wishing to come indoors. It displaced a chickadee at a feeder filled with sunflower chips. Then back to the door. It was a Cape May Warbler, for us new for the season and the yard. It said goodbye after somehow clinging to the glass, sort of like a tree frog, maybe begging to get out of the wind. The wind took it then, and it was gone. Strange. It must be the weather, this weird and terrible weather. The photo is of a Cape May acting in normal fashion.

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