Keep your eyes and ears open because if I'm not already where you are, I soon will be. We Myrtle Warblers (yes--I prefer to be referred to as that--how would YOU like your butt color to be an integral part of your name?) arrive on the scene as early as possible every spring. It's SO nice to hear birders exclaim, "Oh, look! A Yellow-rump!" or, much better if you ask me, "Oh, look! A beautiful Myrtle Warbler!" By May, when those stragglers with wimpy intestines who couldn't digest a wax myrtle berry if you paid them finally show up, suddenly we keep hearing, "Aw--it's just another yellow-rump." No wonder we like to arrive early.