July 7, 2012
We had been hearing a strident call in the neighbourhood almost daily since April. It was vaguely familiar, but I could not place it. It was something like a Tufted Titmouse, but not really.
A few days before, he had ventured into our yard, but took off before I could get a good look. Then on Saturday morning, while having breakfast on the deck, he showed up next door and perched on a low branch and began to sing. This time we got the binoculars on him and saw right away that it was a CAROLINA WREN. He stayed for a distant photo. He returned briefly just before dark to check out the stream on our pond.
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