Carolina wren -- Photo by Dan Pancamo
“I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.” — Chuang Tzu.
Travels With Maggie
A tiny bird sang and sang and sang all day yesterday from a perch high in the trees in my daughter’s Southern Arkansas home. It was frustrating because I could never find the songster. My son-in-law, Joe, even joined in the search.
I mean this was a persistent bird that serenaded us hour after hour. But every time we got close to where we thought the sound was coming from, the bird would shut up.
While many birders easily identify birds by their songs, I’m not one of them.
Finally able to stand it no longer, I did what any computer savvy birder does these days. I got online and begin checking out bird sounds on the Cornell Lab of Ornithology’s website. http://tinyurl.com/dbbobp
My suspicion that our loud, high-pitched songster might be a Carolina wren, which is a common bird in the area, was confirmed.
I was once again a happy birder.
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