From an email from Alan K. this week...
There is a Winter Wren holding forth at the top of Cobb Hill. He's the 3.75 inch guy who weighs a third of an ounce and has the pizzicato presto series of trills and chirps given every minute or so. He has been there about 3 weeks and can be heard around the sugarbush and on the back side of the hill where the recent cut was done. He has been here on and off for half a dozen years. He loves Hemlocks.
Here is what he sounds like:
This is the least complex of the songs when compared with their western and old world kin.
Not bad for a hand held recorder with no antenna. Enjoy.