The last two days we saw a wonderful change in our weather.  Things feel normal.  We’ve had low humidity and cooler days and nights.  Hooray, for good weather.

     Today we had a lot of activity out in the yard.  Not only were the regular robins, sparrows, finches, starlings, and grackles visiting but also a pair of wrens brought their sizable family over for a picnic.  Watching Mom and Dad wren dash about to feed their six babies was a hoot.  I dragged DH to the back porch so he could see the commotion.

     “You’ve got to see this.  There’s six baby wrens all lined up in the chain link fence and raising hell.”

     He dragged himself from his chair.  “Six baby wrens?”

     “Yeah, Mom and Dad are scrambling to feed them.” 

     We stood on the back porch and watched through the window.  The baby wrens were screaming for food, flitting about the next-door neighbor’s and our yards.  Their parents looked frazzled trying to keep the babies in one place long enough to feed them.

     “Wow, six babies.  They must be catholic.”  DH said.

     “I’m going to tell G you said that.  She’s going to hit you.”

     “I’ll duck and run.”

     “She’s faster than you are.”