The canyon wren (Catherpes mexicanus) may not be familiar to my reader. But, to me, it competes with the lark for the most beautiful song in the southwest. On my way off a little ridge today, this one gave a brief twee. Enough for me to stop and look. They can be hard to see. Once this one knew I was looking for it, it was silent. Waiting for me to walk away.
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