This guy is just a little bigger than a credit card, about the weight of two pennies, and has the courage of a lion when it comes to protecting his territory.
He’s too small to be King of the Forest, but he’s just right to be a Golden-Crowned Kinglet. (His mate is virtually identical, but without the touch of red-orange in her golden crown.)
Many GCKs are full-time residents here, braving the cold and eating seed and dormant insects. They have evolved a curious feature: each of their tiny nostrils is protected by a single feather, perhaps warming the incoming air. (Brooklin, Maine)