White-Throated Wren

The WHITE-TRHOAT is more sociable than the Rock Wren and frequently forsakes canyon deeps for human association. He is democratic in his tastes and is more likely to be found around humble homes than pretentious haciendas. Perched on the roof of an adobe hut with the early sun glinting on his white breast he tells all listeners that it's a pretty good old world. The message is delivered in a descending scale of bugle notes with such vehemence and exuberance that his body is all aquiver and sometimes reaches such an ecstatic pitch that the joyous performer actually shakes himself off his perch!

A listening peon whose life is a constant fight against starvation may not get much consolation from the rhapsody but to others whose lives are easier, the exultant notes tell there is one atom on whom the mantle of perfect happiness has fallen.