Small, but powerful, this Carolina wren was poised for its morning serenade. Its chest puffed out then forcefully contracted to power its delightedly loud song. The performance repeated over and over with minor variations. Even with the windows closed it could be plainly heard indoors, and I almost imagined that the white squirrel sculpture wished it had hearing protection. It’s a wonder that such big sound can come from such a small source, but I would never want it to stop.
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs.
This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.
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