This is a male a Red-winged Blackbird, whose song I enjoyed during a recent outing to a favorite swampy marshy woodsy place:
The male Red-wings arrive by early March, establishing territories before the arrival of the females some weeks later.
The male’s song is a bubbly, creaky, squeaky outburst, much loved by those of for whom it means, for sure, that spring is here. When the male sings, he raises his feathers, creates the most amazing shape out of himself, and flashes the scarlet epaulets that give him his name.
Here’s a photo of a different individual, taken at our backyard feeder a few weeks ago.