📍Winter wren, Washington — 1996

When I moved to Washington State nearly 30 years ago, I was drawn to the voices hidden in the forest. Frogs, insects, birds—they all had stories to tell.One voice stood out: the Winter Wren (now called the Pacific Wren). A tiny, brown blur with a tail cocked skyward—and a song that could shatter silence. Over 70 unique songs in a single breath.Armed with my trusted Telinga parabolic dish, I captured that astonishing cascade of trills deep in the wet tangle of the Pacific Northwest.The names may change, but the wild voice remains.