When I began to enjoy birding, I, like a decent amount of other people, assumed that birds find remote areas to be more desirable than they do public parks; as humans tend to occupy public parks and wild birds generally avoid interaction with humans when possible, I believed that the birds would consider the great number of humans and not be frequently encountered at public parks, and, as such, I typically visited the locations which are relatively remote and tend to be devoid of humans; however, the encountering of a great number of birds was a rare event at many of these locations, and, at some, no birds were visible; after visiting many locations with little luck, I decided that the act of searching for birds at a public park could not possibly be more fruitless than were some of my experiences at public parks, and I was correct; since I began birding, I have never failed to notice the existence of a bird while attending a public park.

On the twenty-eighth day of the month of April of 2019, I arrived at a public park, and, following my arrival, my attention was seized by several eastern phoebes, who, being flycatchers, were presumably attempting to catch some flying insects; these individuals were too distant and swift to be photographed by me, although I did observe their behaviour as I walked toward a peninsula at which some Canada geese had previously roosted; however, when I reached my destination, only a single goose remained, and, after noticing me, this solitary individual repeatedly honked, then flew into the water, prompting my abandonment of this area of the public park in favour of a grassier section at which some chipping sparrows were vocalising and foraging, and, because I do adore Spizella passerina, I neared these individuals for the purpose of increasing the likelihood of the creation of a decent photograph, although they must have known of my plan, for they fled, although they did later return to the area which they had previously occupied. After startling these individuals, I heard the alarm chips of another small sparrow, whom I approached, and who treated me in the same manner; because I understood that the photographing of chipping sparrows can result in the onset of insanity and a decreased ability to manage one's anger, I decided to sit for a few moments and await a different subject, and, while I sat on a bench which was inherently uncomfortable, an eastern phoebe nearly collided with me as he chased a small insect, a near-accident which I only comprehended after its occurrence, which preceded the rustling of some shrubbery which, as I wished to capture a decent photograph, was shortly thereafter approached by me, resulting in my receiving of the gaze of a tiny grey songbird, who, after having seen me, perched on an open, eye-level branch and took the role of the perfect subject until I focused on him, an action which he appeared to understand, as he flew to a different and more obstructed branch of a separate tree, resulting in my emission of various profane words; the photograph which I would shortly create could not possibly be as good as would be that which would have been created if he had stayed on the exposed branch; however, I understood that mild frustration was not the answer to this problem, and I removed this response, then moved to the tree in which the individual, who was previously suspected to be one of the Parulidae, was singing. The tiny bird did not appear to be fazed by my presence, as he continued to sing until he gained awareness of the raising of my DSLR camera, when he momentarily paused his song but did not move to a position at which he could not be a good subject; this sufficiently pleased me to result in the capturing of tens of photographs of which the male is the subject, and, after viewing the photograph which warranted this description, I saw that it was good, and, in my typical fashion, I thanked the tiny bird for his time but continued to observe his behaviour.

Although I had assumed that the subject was a member of Parulidae, I had not managed to pinpoint his species; because of this, my father, with whom I visited the park, withdrew from his pocket his mobile phone and executed the mobile application of the National Audubon Society for the purpose of using its identification feature; after he received some of the details pertaining to the subject and omitting from the results doubtless negatives, my initial identification was revealed to be incorrect; being a warbling vireo (Vireo gilvus), the wrongly-identified bird was a member of Vireonidae, as opposed to Parulidae, which led to the comprehension of my first known meeting with a vireo.

As always, constructive criticism pertaining to this photograph, my writing, or any of my other photographs would be joyfully received by me, because I rather strongly wish to improve the quality of my photography. The sugar-coating of criticism directed at my creations, or even me as a person, is unnecessary, and it often simply causes the man who criticised my work to appear to have been uncertain about the legitimacy of the criticism which he gave to me. Although I attempt to extract everything which is beneficial for me from every situation in which I am involved, the lack of confidence which is displayed by those who vigorously attempt to remove any offensiveness from their criticisms leads to my suspicion of the lack of advice which would affect my creations positively. Please verbosely explain to me any flaws which are present in this photograph and were directly caused by me, e.g., clipping highlights or shadows, if they are noticed.