There's a small flock of mixed wahbluhs that comes through every few days and stays for ten minutes. Sometimes twice a day. Good thing I obsessively glance out the back windows.

There was a similar flock last year and it included an immature Wilson's warbler. He appears to have matured, but acts very much as he did last year, right down to sitting on the same branch in the apple tree behind the holly bush in our backyard to survey the bug situation.

This is a tiny crop of the best picture I could get of him today, perched on his branch.