As we packed up our things to head to the Provo River for a morning of fishing, walking and picnicing, our neighbor Bob brought over a set of binoculars for Finn to borrow. He suggested we look for Yellow Warblers so we grabbed our bird book and kept our eyes open as we wandered the overgrown path leading toward the foot of the dam. We spotted a single yellow bird on our walk as we headed back downstream and over the Cottonwood bridge, but it flit through the tree tops too quickly to identify.
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