Eastern Phoebe Singing
This morning’s sunrise singer was an Eastern Phoebe – for the first time in several weeks or maybe months – singing outside our bedroom windows as the sun rose in a colorful, clearing sky. Later, as I stood at the kitchen window cleaning up the breakfast dishes, I watched a Phoebe moving from tree to tree around the back yard.
Not to be outdone, a boisterous little Carolina Wren perched on the corner of the deck rail and raised its voice in a high-energy, full-intensity performance – while the Phoebe, cool and shadowy, lisped its song and flitted around.