Yellow-throated Vireo

My ears are pretty astute when it comes to bird calls, and though the leaves are only just beginning to make my visual life difficult as a photographer and bird watcher, the "green curtain"—the term I've long used to describe leaf-out—hasn't descended fully yet. This gives me an opportunity to capture some of the local birds that are now in glorious spring plumage. This one proved as pretty as it was surprising. From its song, I suspected it was a Red-eyed Vireo with a scratchy throat. The typical Red-eyed call is a clear, three-syllable whistle that most books translate as "See me... here I am... over here..." and what I was hearing, except for the clear part, fit that pattern. But the bird was fairly low for a Red-eyed, which usually bedevils the observer by remaining high in the tree canopy and out of camera range. This one, bless him, scurried around about 15 feet overhead. I got a number of very good shots, and his identity becomes clear: the yellow throat and "spectacles" are diagnostic of a Yellow-throated Vireo. So is the raspiness of the call. I wonder if the vireo intends to nest around here. I'll have to be on the lookout for future developments.