At the nearby wetland, many wild roses are in bloom.
Many summer birds have arrived here by now.
"Hi, I am a Warbling Vireo."
When I stood still, one Winter Wren showed up in front of me, singing loud with all his might.
A wren is a inconspicuous little bird, but his song is so impressive.
"I am busy singing for my mate."
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