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By John Trott
The Virginia Naturalist
intensely colored bird. I am not the only one to question its rightness. In 1937, one Ornithologist wrote: “What a name to saddle on the Golden Swamp-bird! Wrongly compounded..., wrongly spelled, wrongly pronounced! ... Protonotarius is the title of papal officials whose robes are bright yellow.”
The name has come down to us through ornithological history with an ‘h’ where it does not belong and pronounced with an accent on the second syllable when it should be on the third. The writer of the above quote ends with, “Here, certainiy, is a bothersome name fit only to be eschewed.” It has not been ‘eschewed’ and hangs on. I prefer ‘golden swamp warbler.’
My first sight of a Prothonotary Warbler was near Southport, N.C. I was with one destined to become the world’s foremost authority on bird feathers and bones, Roxie Layboume, now of the Smithsonian. I was fourteen years old and Roxie, my mentor then and great friend now, was paddling our canoe through the knees of cypress trees in a swamp only dimly lit by sun filtered through dense foliage of the great trees.
Suddenly a bird, like a flash of sunlight, darted over the brown water and, for a heart-stopping moment, perched on a cypress stump not five
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