Of all the birds who come up from the south to breed and sing in the summertime, my favorite is the Carolina Wren. They are the loudest singer for their size of any bird and they have a really beautiful set of songs. I often hear them through the closed windows and wall in the bedroom.
“Ah,” I think, “The little wrens are awake and singing.” It’s a very happy sound, even when it’s another gray day.
They are not normally easy to photograph because they are so active, but they too have decided to spend time hanging on the feeder … that is when the squirrels and the doves finally finish chowing down. It’s hard to say who eats more. I think it’s a tie.