Thursday, April 19, 2007
74/365 Tea Kettle
He’s been singing his little heart out and showing up at my feeder. Today I heard him before I got out of bed. We don’t get a lot of Carolina wrens up here—maybe a couple in the ’hood each year—and I miss them from my DC days. I try to not think about global warming and just enjoy it. Our guy’s accent is different from the one Cornell has online, but you can get the general idea.
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I love those little guys. We have a resident pair in our neighborhood- not sure where the nest is though. I love to be awakened by the teakettle teakettle teakettle sound - and I always know when a cat has entered our back yard - the wren scolds it so.
(you know I loved this post!)
PS I tried, in vain, to find your cousin at Tybee Beach. I was so disappointed.
CW: I have never seen a painting bunting. I know you know how thrilled I would be if it ever happened.
See? This is what happens when one doesn't proofread one's work before hitting "publish." I mean painted bunting. Although it's true I haven't seen a painting bunting either.
Awesome. These are probably some of the oldest (coolest) songs in the world. You should do an entire series.
LO: Be careful what you wish for!
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