Just 7/10ths of a mile up the trail, the land was gated. "Private Land / No Trespassing". There would be no trek up onto the ridge of Glebe Mountain from Windham.
As I neared my car, I passed thru a logged lot, which still had several brush piles but also had a heavy growth of understory plants, shrubs and the next generation of trees. From one nearby brush pile, just off to my left, I heard a harsh, repeated, and plaintive call. Soon that call was answered by a long warbling song, rising and falling, with fluted trills as well as warbles... A Winter Wren had arrived to feed its hungry fledgeling chick. I was able to get nice photos of both of these wrens, before I was distracted by another unusual song from over my left shoulder. It took quite a while of watching before the singer became visible in the undergrowth. The yellow breast and gray head were evident, then as the bird jumped to another branch to get a better view of me and my intentions, I could see a black neck, black eyes, and an olive back. A Mourning Warbler! My first ever seen. After the emotional rise of seeing a new species -- and a distinctly colorful one at that - I kept my binocs on the moving song as it moved closer. Eventually the warbler took up its perch atop the same brush pile where the winter wrens had been.
I wonder if the draw to that brush pile was the tree with a low branch immediately adjacent to the pile. A safe escape readily at hand
Recalled checklist for Windham:
Common Wood Nymph
Skipper (unkn species)