The mighty wren

I am king of the birds, haven't you heard?



Here I stand, atop your "mighty" eagle.


Listen to my roar.


OK, this one might be a little more convincing.


I am old enough to remember when the Carolina Wren was a rare traveler in these parts. But now as soon as the House Wrens leave, the Carolinas swoop in to take their lofty place in the bird hierarchy. (Though they usually rule from under a bush.) I love the way they explore everything, often popping out of little caves in trailside rubble. I still see the one who invaded my house earlier in the year peering through my office window.