This Morning Outside
by Diane Porter
October 19, 2010
Photo copyright 2010 Michael and Diane Porter
My first Orange-crowned Warbler was a bird I picked up after it temporarily stunned itself flying into my neighbor's kitchen window, in Santa Barbara, California. Holding the bird in my hand, I saw the orange spot on its crown. So I expected to see the orange on subsequent encounters.
And that never happened. In decades of watching birds, I've never seen the Orange-crowned Warbler's orange crown again. Apparently the bird only shows that spot for very special friends, or on very special occasions. The rest of the time, the orange feathers are covered up by the subdued yellow you see above.