I like to photograph every species of bird we see and right now my count is at 557.   Four years ago Ingrid and I were birding in Texas and we briefly saw a Sedge Wren moving through the tall grass.  Unfortunately the bird quickly hid and we never saw it again . . . and thus no photo.

Since the Sedge Wren summer in the central states and provinces and winters along the southern coasts, it was unlikely that I’d photograph one during COVID-19 travel restrictions.

Then this weekend while Ingrid and I were chasing Canada Jays in northern Maine, a Sedge Wren showed up in Searsport along the coast of Maine.

So this morning I was up at 4:00 am and drove 90 minutes north, traipsed through the woods and across a fallow blueberry field, and lost a gallon of blood to the mosquitos to get my photo of a Sedge Wren.

When I emerged from the woods, I immediately heard the bird singing . . . he sounds like pebbles being tapped together, two short and then a series of rapid taps.

The Wren was moving through the tall grass and then to a sapling and then back to the high grass, always singing,  I believe there was a second Sedge Wren, also singing but out of view . . . so I’m not positive.

A rare summer visitor to Maine.