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She is a tender, little, but plain brown bird with an effervescent voice. A common backyard bird found over nearly the entire Western Hemisphere. Her sweet song is a rush-and-jumble song in the summer and you can find her zipping through shrubs and low tree tree branches snatching at insects with grace and delicacy.
I have several house wrens that swoosh down and feed from the suspended bird feeder swinging lazily from one of my newly blossomed apple trees not far from the gardening shed.