These babies are fed constantly by both mama and papa wren. Lovely, delicious bugs of all sizes and shapes. I see the parents hunting all day long and singing away. The house hangs from an ornamental tree on the garden mound behind our patio wall. They ignore me and my 300mm lens. We have had swinging wren houses in the back yard since I was a child. My dad made them and I remember watching this drama over the years. Soon the fledglings will be emerging to join the bug hunt for themselves.
For the Record,
This day came in with lovely temps, the windows could be open, no AC and the cats lounged on the screened piazza all day watching songbirds, chipmunks and turkeys.
No real updates on Alfie, perhaps a sighting, but the report of a cat on the local FB page seemed too far away. G is just heartbroken.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
