Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Every morning when I'm drinking my coffee a wren is singing it's heart out. I've tried to get a picture but either the wren moved or the picture didn't come out. When I was taking garden pictures I finally caught her.This sad old birdhouse was in my middle garden for several years. When I was weeding that garden a wren would go crazy. I replaced the birdhouse thinking the wren would use the new house. I put the old one on the ladder in my "kitchen" garden this year.

There is no place like home, even when it's in a new neighborhood!


Anonymous said...

I guess that little wren really likes the old birdhouse. He was willing to :)

Anonymous said...

There's not much more delightful than seeing a little jenny wren going in and out of a birdhouse. Such a loud song for such a small bird, too. I think your outdoor gardening displays are great!

Connie said...

Isn't that remarkable? No wonder the wren was making a racket!! You up and moved him! Well, now he's back where he belongs, home sweet home.

Donna said...

That is so cute! There's no place like home.


Diana LaMarre said...

I see why she like it. I love that old bird house, too!