It's so nice ambling along, meeting a feathered friend and chatting quietly. I think the little birds recognize the lens. While communicating with the white throated sparrows I heard a different voice and saw slight movement. I knew the voice... a Carolina wren. I froze and let my eyes scan. The wren came and landed on a branch right by my face. Ever so slowly I got the camera into position. I didn't want to startle this beauty. No startle. I looked. Wren looked, then went about the important business of finding food. A couple more birders came along the path and also got to enjoy this sweet bird.