With wings of a wren.

You cannot fly like an eagle with wings of a wren.

William James


Several seasons ago we received a hollowed out gourd fashioned into birdhouse. It's remained empty, swinging sadly on a low pine bow. Patiently waiting, I know it was hoping for some industrious souls who could embrace a house with a good ride thrown in for free. Two house wrens settled on it this morning and began singing and building with great gusto. I'm so excited, we always had a swinging wren house in the yard when I was growing up and I love their endless song and plucky impertinence.

Home, Wren style

Leaving the lumber yard

Just before she dropped it...

Swing low

House Wren


Today came in with brilliant sun, 50 degrees at 7Am, 40% humidity, barometer holding steady, 31.57, winds, slight from the west.