The real jewel of my disease-ridden woodlot is the prothonotary warbler. ... The flash of his gold-and-blue plumage amid the dank decay… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
“A similar unhappy fate awaited the delightful Bachman’s warbler. Always rare, it was said to have one of the loveliest songs of… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring. — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
