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. 
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!
5 comments:
I guess that little wren really likes the old birdhouse. He was willing to relocate...lol :)
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!
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.
That is so cute! There's no place like home.
Hugs,
Donna
I see why she like it. I love that old bird house, too!
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