It hasn't been all that fine a season for migrating warblers, and maybe that's for the best. To paraphrase an immortal line from, of all things, Barbie, "warblers are hard..." Particularly fall warblers, which, in molting their distinctive—in males, at least—breeding plumage definitely merit their reputation for being confusing. This one, which showed up as a part of a pair, was especially challenging, but as I photographed it hunting the leaves for insects, and kept shooting the earwig annihilator from every conceivable angle, I gradually came up with enough of a field-character study to identify it, based on the eye stripe, the prominent eye arcs, the stand-out wing bars, and those light-colored legs and feet, as a Blackpoll Warbler. Since this species has one of the longest migratory flights of any warbler and flies for three days over the Atlantic en route to South America, I wonder what it's doing hanging around the ridge. But a measure of Indian Summer warmth has arrived, so maybe the bird is not yet feeling properly motivated. Or maybe it's just hungry.