I've heard the voice of this little wren in the bushes around my patio -- echoing through my back yard as if through a megaphone. So much volume coming out of this little feathered bit of avian life.
Today it actually perched in the top of the pine that grows in our neighbors yard and hangs its branches over into the corner of our back yard. As it declared its territory I dare not infringe - instead I stayed on my side of the yard and used the digital zoom to captured its aria of spring.
I was hoping another Bewick would respond. Perhaps now would be a good time to find a wren box and place it in a safe nesting spot.
A WALK THROUGH BRUSSELS MARKET
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