As migrating songbirds arrive in our region, they “set up shop” around our homestead, singing loudly to establish their territories. Perhaps loudest of all, our steadfast year ’round neighbor, the wrens, sing as if to chide all others as late comers. This constant friend of our yards and beaches, delighting us with tiny, feathered company through the coldest parts of the year, continues to bring us joy in the warmer months (see Cock of the Walk).
Now, however, that joy seems slightly diminished. Certainly not for the wren, but for us.
“You changed my name? What do I care!” (Photo: Sarah A. Zeiger).