Birds without puddles

I left the island for a couple of days to take care of some business in Providence. Upon returning I noted that although the soil hadn't puddled, the hard rain had compacted the soil some. Several days of warm sun would bake it, so a bit of watering is in order now. There may even be time to plant peas in the parts of the rows where mysteriously they didn't emerge. The birds around the house so far this spring are only the usual chickadees, downy woodpeckers, and nuthatches. Phoebes will appear; so will the white-throated sparrows. Soon the warblers will come in, especially the black-throated green. I did hear the hermit thrush, whose song is the most beautiful of all.