A little farther down the creek, where the 

 meadows meet the marsh, dwell the cousins of 





" A triumph of love and duty over fear." 



the winter wrens, the long-billed marsh- wrens. 

 Here in the wide reaches of calamus and reeds, 

 where the brackish tide comes in, the marsh- 

 wrens build by hundreds. Their big, bulky 

 nests are woven about a handful of young cala- 

 mus-blades, or v tied to a few long, stout sedge - 

 stalks, and grow as the season grows. 

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