This was a gift. Little birds try my patience. Worse, they torment me.
The small warbler climbed around right in front of me, at times stopping like he was waiting for me to catch up.
Black and Whites pass through the Lowcountry to winter further south. Florida is the northern edge for winters. I think they will stop in Central America.
I caught a bit of everything in these shots. Some Cedar, Spanish Moss, and of course the little bird.