Wren on my doorstep

These bits of peanut butter feathers and song enchant me. The male is the singer, but there's no singing while they fill up on the dried mealworms, so I cannot tell you if this is Mr. or Mrs. I love them, even trough glass you can see why.

For the Record, 
This day came in sunny and warmer.

All hands doing well, I have an appointment with my eye surgeon tomorrow for my one week check up. I don't expect any surprises, it seems clear and trouble free. I'm glad that this is the last night for the plastic eye guard. The gentlest tape is still trouble on my face when it comes time for removal.