Breaking the conventional wisdom that House Wrens are supposed to be ‘more secretive in winter’.
Not this loud, little guy who recently arrived from up north.
This young one raises a full throated song in the Pinewoods of Central Florida.
Watch him scolding passerbyers on a fallen Pine Tree taken down by Hurricane Irma.
Then, as if auditioning for adulthood, he delivers a sweet melody from a recently burned oak tree nearby.
Too shy to perform in full view of predators.
Concealed in the camouflage of pine and oak, but revealed by hearty sound.