In late morning on a bitterly cold day this week, with the outside temperature at 26 degrees, I heard the unmistakable “teakettle, teakettle” song of a Carolina wren from somewhere in my yard in ...

On these cool, late autumn days, when most birds have ceased singing and a hush has fallen over the landscape, the Carolina wren still enlivens our neighborhoods with vibrant, full-throated song.

It is only early March, with Old Man Winter still looming large in the rearview mirror. But the birds speak – literally – of spring. Ever-lengthening daylight hours trigger our earliest songbirds to ...

The duet of the Carolina wrens singing deep in a forest made me feel like spring had sprung in fall. One bird in a thicket of trees belted out a song — “tea-kettle-tea-kettle.” Seconds later, another ...

For the last few weeks, just before sunrise — if it is not cold or rainy — I wake to the lovely song of a Carolina wren, sweet, loud and constantly changing from one tune to another with some melodic ...