You expect them in the cool mornings of Springtime. New baby birds flitting back and forth, strengthening tiny wings, while parent birds watch from a nearby branch. Last week, early on an already smoldering Summer morning, when windows were steamed over from the air conditioned chill inside, a tiny visitor sat on the wicker chair watching me.
A secretive bird that the Chippewa Indians named 'Bird That Cries With Grief' due to its raspy call. The call sounds like a house cat mewing, hence its common name.
I'm hoping this baby makes it through these torrid Summer days - it looked healthy and has it's parent to lead it to the bird bath which is filled with fresh water each day. I've read that Catbirds often become residents of a single garden for many years if the undergrowth is thick and brushy. Hopefully this one will move into our heavily shrubbed area permanently.