carolina_wren raze she set herself apart from the dark-eyed juncos with her coffee-coloured coat and her bravery. i started calling her little brown before i knew what she was. it's what i call her still. she sings to let me know she's here, and then again when she's leaving. her song, such as it is, doesn't boast the tonal or melodic variety of her male counterpart. it's no less lovely for being narrower in scope. all the other birds will fly above the fence after being fed, as if the top rail is a horizon line below which all is sea and sand. she prefers a different path. she aims for the_space_between two tall pine pickets, slipping into a slit that seems too small to accommodate even the slenderness of her feathered frame. and yet she always finds a way through. 250327 what's it to you? who go blather from