The little sign at the top says Mistik Road. We look for birds along its length and turn around at a kind of corridor junction and head back. Here's what the sign on that end looks like today.
Whew. Mystic is the word I used in my latest two books. I was just going by the signs at the time. I guess as long as I remember my own name, I'm doing ok. I imagine there are other names for me as well, but let's not go there.
Warblers galore this weekend along this road and along the grid from Denare Beach to the Sturgeon-Weir River:
Cape May Warbler
We went back out today hoping to add the Wilson's, Canada, Black-throated Green, Connecticut and Mourning Warblers, but no luck.
Yesterday the 40 km/hr gusts made for some wild warbler watching. I could still see the Blackburnian whipping around when I closed my eyes for the night.