A fat little gray wren was scouting around my back deck one day this spring. I heard her song and as I was headed into town on errands, I purchased a deluxe birdhouse. Within the hour, she took possession just opposite my kitchen window. With copious rain and winds, our roof was littered with twigs, seed pods and leaves. I think it was like Walmart for nest builders. The pair of wrens has been busy and their music has brightened the cloudy days we have experienced.
Last week I was focused on watching a small flycatcher catching a large carpenter bee under the eaves of my garage. . .quite a battle. As I was transfixed, my car moved slowly toward the garage and suddenly CRUNCH! I raked the side along the side of the door. An expensive lapse of attention! Birdwatching and driving are not a good combination.
