This is not Daddy but what he looks like. At about three inches tall, he’s tiny. His song will wake the dead. We have four wren boxes. He makes a nest in each one. Then Mom checks out the digs he creates from sticks, feathers, leaves, plastic pieces, or what ever he can fly with. Well Daddy does the work with Junior. And shy and hide in the nest is Junior.
He cheep,cheeps a bit too.
They will spend their day eating bugs. A nice dragonfly is like steak! But my garden is patrolled regularly by Daddy.