Of course, it's the warblers that everyone gets excited about, and of course, I've never had a whole lot of luck finding and photographing warblers. They're tiny, and they move fast, and by the time they show up in late spring there are too many leaves for them to hide behind.
But occasionally -- very occasionally -- patience pays off. On my way out of the park Wednesday, I went back to a small clearing away from the crowds. I'd seen a thrush running away there earlier and hoped to get a picture, so I sat on a log and just waited.
After maybe ten minutes, I saw a thrush in the shadows and stood up, and this little warbler landed on the bush next to me. On top of the bush! In plain view! I only got one picture before it flew off, to this branch. Which had No Leaves On It!
For me, that's winning the bird lottery. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Northern Parula!