Wren ringer

The wrens are still house shopping apparently. They were flittering about resting and singing away on this old ship's bell of my grandfather's, hanging on the barn. They were noisily inspecting another house, a real wren house, made by my dad, attached at a bad angle on the barn window sill. We won't be home to see the final choice, but my brother and family will keep us posed.

For the Record,
This day came in dark and rainy, not a great day & evening for packing the car, but I have safely affixed Raspberry's cat case on the back seat without getting soaked. She is horrified about all of the activity going on, she is a creature of routine and this all looks suspicious.

All hands excited, but weighed down by the Supreme Court nightmare. Each day is worse than the one that landed with a crash before it.