It is difficult to describe the song of the House Wren. Sibley’s Birds describes it this way:
Extremely varied. Song a rapid, rolling series of rattles and trills culminating in a descending series of bubbling liquid trills.
My grandfather described it this way: A musical, bubbling chatter: ” zhuh, whu-wee-wee-wah-wah-wah”.
However way you think of it, once heard it becomes unforgettable.
I will identify it at the end of the post.
House Wrens frequently take over bird houses built for other species. If several bird boxes are available, the male will generally fill them all with little sticks, while the female selects one to use for raising the family.
Here is some activity by a box near the observation tower in the Rouge Valley.
Scenes near the tower:
This bright yellow-breasted warbler lacking other conspicuous marks has white wing bars and is never found far from a pine tree: a Pine Warbler.
“The world is grown so bad that wrens make pray where eagles dare not perch”
(meaning that the world has turned upside down)
from Richard 111 – Shakespeare