Scarlet Tanager

A bird  the color of a stop sign. High on a tree at the Buttercup Farm Sanctuary.  A scarlet tanager. My first sighting.  A black-winged red bird.

Tree swallows swooping, the insistent chipping of an elusive flycatcher and the headwaters of Wappingers Creek swirling down to the river. What a great place for a Sunday breakfast.

JosieHolford

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