I'm a bird nerd. Yep, it's true. I spend a lot of time creating habitats for my feathered friends. Not only my much loved chickens, but for all birds. I have feeders out everywhere, in both the front and back properties. I have bird houses for them to nest in. I have planted plants to specifically attract them, and have provided clean water in bird baths for them to drink and keep cool. This afternoon I set a chair in the grove, equipped with my telephoto lens, and I waited. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the wren I suspected had taken up residence in one of the bluebird houses I put in the grove. The nest is built up nice and high, and when I stood on a chair and peeked in today, I could see two tiny white eggs nestled in the very bottom of the cozy nest. When Mama Wren is finished laying the eggs, she will begin to sit on the nest, keeping it warm to incubate the eggs, leaving only long enough to gather food. Never letting the eggs get cool. My patience paid off, and soon I heard the familiar whistle of Mama Wren, with a dinner in her beak.
This handsome Goldfinch came close enough to say hello.
If you are not a bird fan, or a chicken fan, I apologize for boring you.