​A couple of mornings ago, the corner of my eye caught an unfamiliar bird on the feeder - about the size of a White-breasted Nuthatch and with a slightly down-curved beak but wrong color, longish tail; very nervous, pecking at debris on the platform. Have never had a wren at the seed feeder but bird guide indicated a Carolina Wren. 

Later, hearing an unfamiliar, strong, musical song, I consulted the Cornell Lab website and played several renditions of Carolina Wren song.  Immediately, the bird appeared at my bay window (opposite side of house from feeder) flying back and forth from crabapple to forsythia, stopping to perch on a ladder near the window for some excellent views of a beautiful bird.  I stopped playing the tapes because I didn't want to upset him further.  Then, he started scolding!  There may have been two of them.  They move wicked fast.

I know Bill Shepard has had them at his place down the road from here but I haven't seen/heard a Carolina Wren since Corkscrew Swamp in Florida 40 years ago.   What a treat! 

Connie Snyder