Carolina wren

Tuesday January 16, 2018

Dave Bonta January 16, 2018 3

Cat tracks in the snow disappear under the house. The Carolina wrens have survived another cold snap; will they be killed in their sleep?

Dave Bonta January 6, 2018

Another brutally cold morning. From somewhere under the house where the heating ducts run, the trilling of a Carolina wren.

Dave Bonta December 25, 2017

Christmas has come like a vengeful spirit, roaring on the ridgetop, plastering the weather sides of trees with snow. A Carolina wren’s song.

Dave Bonta December 21, 2017

Clear and very still. Frost’s fine needlework on the dead grass in front of the springhouse, where a wren keeps up an agitated chirping.

Dave Bonta December 8, 2017

Cold and still under a flat white sky. Then calls of chickadees, excited about the least thing. A Carolina wren pops up to scold the dog.

Dave Bonta November 20, 2017

A skim of snow lingers in the shade. At the woods’ edge, a Carolina wren is holding forth while juncos forage quietly all around him.

Dave Bonta October 13, 2017

Cold and gloomy despite the bright leaves; even the wren sounds querulous. When I look again, the unmoving fly is gone from the wall.

Dave Bonta September 23, 2017

Blue sky; the scars from early-morning jets heal quickly. A male Carolina wren’s fulsome singing elicits as usual the female’s terse zzzzip!

Dave Bonta January 25, 2017

‪A clearing wind accompanied by Carolina wren song. At the woods’ edge, moss is already emerging from yesterday’s snow, greener than ever.‬

Dave Bonta January 19, 2017

An echoey call of a Carolina wren sounding like an old-fashioned telephone. The yellow spot in the clouds that marks the sun slides shut.