In late April while Babbling Brook is still complaining about the water it has to carry to the Housatonic, the emphatic vivid song of these birds is heard along its banks. Cautious approach is unnecessary — they are not shy — to watch their trim forms tripping over mossy rocks with bobbing tails, searching the crevices for food. Tho their ringing notes are not translatable into words they have the same staccato quality of the Ovenbirds.
Eastern North America, from Newfoundland and shores of Hudson Bay, southward.