this summer on my door step...

I love wrens. They make the loveliest songs, they catch lots of bugs, and there's nothing quite like providing a home for another family. Last summer, in our old house, we'd watched a family of wrens build a nest, hatch their eggs, tend to the babies, and ultimately fly away from a bird house right next to our outside patio. It was such a pleasure to see them up close. So small and so very busy.

This spring we hung this beautiful house made by my father-in-law on an existing hook on the front porch of our new house. It wasn't made specifically for wrens like the last birdhouse, so to my surprise and joy I noticed about a week ago that wrens had moved in. They've been busy, and it's so nice to see them each time we come go but I must say this particular family is quite vocal about not wanting to share this address.  Every time I walk in or out, the beautiful wren song is replaced with a shouting warning...

I guess not everyone is good at cohabiting.