High Island was the place where I was first bitten by the ‘birding bug’.   It was actually a Hooded Warbler that caught me.   It was 1992 and I was in college and was down visiting my parents.   I was sitting on the edge of the boardwalk in ‘the Cathedral’ at Boy Scout Woods.    That year, there was a true ‘fall out’, and birds were literally everywhere.   While I was sitting there (a little bored), a small canary yellow bird with a black executioner hood was hopping inches from my feet.   Oh, those colors!   Wow!  I went to find my mom to ask “what was that little bird?” and I was hooked.   That year, I remember Blue-Winged, Hooded, Kentucky, and Nashville Warblers on every branch.   Scarlet and Summer Tanagers and Rose-breasted Grosbeaks rounded out the spectrum of colors.   It was a great introduction to birding.