“Active but secretive.”
Good description of the behavior of the Carolina wren.
His song is another matter.
5:45 this morning I was at my computer trying to edit a newsletter when suddenly there arose from the dark outside a merrymaking so loud as to make further editing impossible:
“GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY!”
“CHEESEBURGER CHEESEBURGER CHEESEBURGER!”
“GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY!”
This curiously timed exuberance went on for ten minutes or so.
Finally a mockingbird at the other end of the yard had enough and began one-upping him.
“GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY!
TWEEDLY TWEEDLY TWEEDLY!
BEEDLYOOP BEEDLYOOP BEEDLYOOP!
CHEER CHEER CHEER!
GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY!”
It was still slap dark.
The wren rollicked, the mocker retorted, a top-volume airing of expertise.
A yellow-crowned night heron emitted one KOWK.
At last they all fell silent. For now.
As the sky lightened I heard a nestful of unidentified babies cheeping for their breakfast.
The wren cranked up again.
Pretty soon the chickadee family rolled out of bed – two parents and four trainees:
“SEE BEE SEE BAY!
CHICKADEEDEEDEE!”
Then the blue jay, the REAL blue jay, raised his merry BEEDLYOOP!
Later at the kitchen sink I spied Mama Robin starting a new nest in the magnolia tree. Sticks she brought and shreds of plastic. Round and round the cavity she ooched, making the perfect circle she’s known for. A squirrel crept too close. She erupted into a brick-breasted ball of fury.
Now it’s early afternoon. The cardinals are caroling. A redbellied woodpecker is tentatively tapping the gutter. The wren has resumed.
By some miracle I’ve finished my editing.
Everlasting Arms 
There is a lot to see and hear in your backyard. Max feels the same way about ours.
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