\nThe other night my son and I went for a walk in the woods. Not far in, we were hailed by a bird whose song is long indeed. It’s a beautiful, warbling song, but perhaps what’s most arresting about it is its insistence.\n<\/p>\n
I’ve never seen the bird whose song it is, but for years it’s greeted me at the same place and followed me around the forest. I think it does so only in spring and summer, as a few nights ago it reassuringly did once more.<\/p>\n
Yet, I’ve always wondered: what bird is it, that sings like that? I even seem to recall hearing it in the summer in Newfoundland in the 80s. How can it be so fluent, and ubiquitous, yet so elusive when I try to identify it?<\/p>\n
\nToday, I opened the browser and the bird field guide and, between the two, discovered it must be a winter wren. They sing from high perches in dense forest, and are mottled brown in colour – virtually invisible. Yet, they are known for very long, energetic songs.<\/p>\n
\nSource:\n<\/p>\n
Hoar, De Smet, et al. Birds of Canada<\/em>. Edmonton: Lone Pine Publishing, 2010.\n<\/p>\n allaboutbirds.org<\/a><\/p>\nJack of Oracle Tutoring by Jack and Diane,<\/a> Campbell River, BC.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Self-tutoring about birds: the tutor happily reports a discovery. The other night my son and I went for a walk in the woods. Not far in, we were hailed by a bird whose song is long indeed. It’s a beautiful, …<\/p>\n