A Bewick's Wren in Nesting Season
Bewick's wrens have a distinctive, trilling song. The version I've heard most often is "WHEE-ooh-WHEE-EE-EE-EE," but there are many patterns.
In Santa Cruz, where I became a birdwatcher and photographer, I heard Bewick's wrens sing almost daily from the redwood outside my bedroom, and from the willows and oaks of Neary Lagoon, where I took walks to think or birdwatch. However, like all wrens, they are somewhat shy, and they flit about, never staying put for long. Despite my best efforts, for a long time I only got to appreciate these wrens through their song, and could scarcely catch one in my binoculars, let alone take one's picture.