Wednesday, November 16, 2011
There is a Carolina Wren dominating the front porch. Thank God it's a girl and I think this because I have yet to hear her sing. Around sunrise she'll be there, a little near sighted I guess or sleepy, because she takes little notice of me, except maybe a nod and a 'mind your own business.' And I have noticed the cigarette spider has gone. All that's left is web.
This morning while I waited for her, I caught sight of a Wren in the Privet. It too was a Carolina Wren, but it was a boy and I know this because when she chased him toward the Lilac he sounded on the edge of emotional damage, which is not the sort of noise a person needs to hear at that time of day.