Even in late fall, the forest floor was astir with activity. Songbirds were foraging for insects and berries to get enough energy to migrate farther south or to survive the winter. Both the Ruby and Golden-crowned Kinglets were swiftly moving along the fallen leaves. The rapid movement of the tiny birds made it difficult to get a clear photograph. In all the excitement, some motion behind a downed tree caught my attention. I turned my camera to the log, thinking it was a crowned kinglet. To my surprise, a Winter Wren popped up instead, blending right into the bark! As the wren stayed in place for only a moment, I took the opportunity to compose a frame or two before it departed. This mighty little bird was not singing but silently camouflaged in the understory.