As I headed home the other morning, the Marsh Wren was singing up a storm. I heard him but didn’t see him at first. The breeze was quite stiff and the reeds were swaying in the breeze. This bird is so small that the see clusters at the top of the reeds camouflaged him. When I finally saw him, he was clinging to the top of a reed, as if hanging on for dear life. He stopped singing as I passed by but posed for me with that typical tail up wren pose.