In late morning on a bitterly cold day this week, with the outside temperature at 26 degrees, I heard the unmistakable “teakettle, teakettle” song of a Carolina wren from somewhere in my yard in ...
“There is madness about thee, and joy divine In that song of thine.” THE song of the winter wren is something that must be heard to be appreciated ; words can no more describe it than they can paint ...
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