We have been having our backyard fenced and some landscaping
done. From the first day the tractor, backhoe and workers
arrived, the birds have been a source of entertainment for me.
Birds know when things are changing in their environment and
much like people they can rubberneck with the best of us.

The Mockingbirds have been playing tag flying in and out
among the newly planted trees. The Cardinals first sat on
the power lines and watched with fascination as the backhoe
operator dug a deep ditch along the back and sides of the
property. They flew down and inspected the ditch from one
end to the other and you just knew they were wondering what
the heck was going on.

Then came the Wrens! They personally checked out each and
every tree. They discussed at great length whether
the trees were the right distance apart, if they had been
planted the right way. They checked out the backhoe, how the
patio looked, the placement of the stone, the color. Those
nosy little balls of feathers scoured ever inch of the
backyard until they spied the TRACTOR.

"What is this?" Mister says to missus. "It's a recreational
vehicle, of course" says missus. "Here's the key." Let's
take it for a spin, says mister, taking his place on the
very top of the steering wheel. Missus
wasted no time in landing on the gear shift. This has gone
on daily from day one, but today, they discovered that they
could slide down the back of the seat.
My camera was back in the bedroom so getting it in time to
take pictures was out of the question. They flew off to
inspect a paper cup overlooked by the clean up crew.

My friends if you have Wrens in your yard count your
blessings and watch them sometime. I guarantee you will be
entertained.

P.S. Please get your camera ready for their next adventure.

They land on a tree branch causing just enough motion
for the rain drops to shower down on them. They raise their
wings and shake and gyrate and sing. I think I'll put out
some soap, shampoo and towels nearby to make their showers
more enjoyable.

They noticed the new mulch under the trees and there has
been a lot of inspecting and discussion about whether it
was the right kind, if it was deep enough, etc.
Lord, they are picky, picky, picky.

My sis Gail is an artist and one of her first paintings was
a Wren building a nest in an old overturned boot. It was
wonderful. I wish I had bought it from her. A co-worker
wanted it so I missed out.