The marsh wren is one of my favorite birds of summer. Their song sounds like an 'old sewing machine' to some, and a lawnmower that won't start to others. They sing on warm summer days, fetching around among the cattails where they make incredible nests of that look like baskets with holes in them. I have not found the nest of this pair yet, and I likely won't bother them. I want them to have success because this is the second year they've shown up after the path reconstruction and wetland expansion led to a new line of marsh habitat just to their liking.
These birds make me happy because they remind me of finding them the first time when I was a teenage birder. Their song takes me back fifty years. I've only painted them once for a client, but these photos may lead to a new work in acrylic or some other media. Happy birding all.