What sort of language is that for Morningside?

I was minding my own business taking some shots of the wee Coot chicks on Blackford pond when I was startled by a high pitched volley of noise at my feet. Standing there with a sort of hands on hips pose was a wee wren giving me a load of verbles and if birds could swear I'm pretty sure she was telling me to go away in no uncertain terms. Anyway having seen Hitchcock"s "The Birds" recently I took note and I backed off a ways and although the ear bashing ceased there was still a certain amount of Wren glaring going on. So much for Wrens being shy and elusive.