A small fallout of warblers appeared in trees near Lutsen, Minn., on the North Shore one day in mid-May. A fallout is a rest and refueling stop for migrants. For birders it's often a chance to see several species in one place.
Several in this case was six, a mini-fallout, but not a complaint in these days of shrinking bird numbers.
I once was surrounded by more than two dozen fallout warblers, maybe three dozen, I was too excited to count. It was a mixed flock one spring day long ago near Bemidji.
I was fresh out of the Army then, using my mom's binoculars because I was yet to be employed. The eyepieces in her bins were out of whack, not focusing in unison, headache glass.
I'd guess she bought them at Woolworth's (for those unfamiliar with the name, it was like a Dollar store only better).
I had done some birding in the Army, bobwhite, vultures and red-tailed hawks easy to see and hear during my time in basic training at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri.
I later spent 18 months at Fort Devens in Massachusetts, living off-post in the town of Ayer, near a wealth of parks, reserves, preserves and sanctuaries.
I had no binoculars then, so stalked birds, learning to appreciate those that could be identified with eyes or ears only. They tended to be large and distinct, like jays and woodpeckers, gulls and herons. My warbler list was short.