A morning of wrens

The morning air was filled with the songs of two wren species. The House Wren fledglings were making a racket as they adjusted to their new world and a molting Carolina Wren was singing his heart out above me. Stepping out the backdoor every morning is one of my great joys, all my friends covered in fur and feathers at my beck and call.

Mourning Dove pair

For the Record,
This day came in warm and sunny

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