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This Morning Outsideby Diane PorterSeptember 16, 2010 As I walk along the edge of the woods, I hear a funny, energetic little song in the thicket. It's distinctive, instantly recognizable. Sort of like a small explosion, with a pop at the beginning and at the end. It's unusual, because few songbirds are singing in the middle of September in Iowa. But the white-eyed vireo goes at it as if this were spring.
He's a busy little bird. By where the sound comes from, I can tell that he's moving around pretty fast. Once in a while he emerges from the vegetation, coming into view for about half a second.
—Diane Porter
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