I’ve mentioned the wrens that have been reproducing in my garage and gutters. A few weeks ago I came home,
The jaded, practical side of me says that baby birds are nothing special, that millions (billions?) of them are born every year. But this is the only one that I got up close and personal with. The wrens aren’t shy, and they’ve been hanging around so long that I know all their calls, and can spot the grown ups from the recently fledged.
What can I say – I’m easily amused. You must be, too, since you’ve read this.