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 ...

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 ...