Winter Wrens spend winter being sullen in the undergrowth, scolding, "Chek! Chek! Chek!"
Today, an actually spring-like spring day (at least for a few hours), they switched mode and flew to high perches to broadcast their exuberant, bubbling song. Exuberant? You bet. To the point where after a few minutes of it you want to yell, "Enough already!" If you have ever been in the middle of a deafening chorus of Spring Peepers, it's sort of like that, but from a single, tiny, ventriloqual bird.
"Yes?" I said.
"Can you come and get it?"
Apparently it wasn't supposed to be there. It was probably trying to get away from crows.