Say's Phoebes like to sit on the phone lines and dead trees around meadows and marshes. Their song (in other than the Spring, see below) is as plaintive as plaintive gets. A simple wheer, repeated over and over. This one was between Peck's Lake [Arizona] and Tavasci Marsh [Arizona] on a phone wire
Douglas Von Gausig (recordist; copyright holder), Naturesongs.com
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