A wren sits grooming itself in the sun on the peak of the springhouse roof, fluffing out its breast feathers, probing under its wings.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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The Carolina wrens are all worked up...
The Carolina wrens are all worked up about something. One of them lands on the porch railing and harrangues me, bobbing like an angry toy.
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A pair of Carolina wrens—one...
A pair of Carolina wrens—one in the lilac, the other in the dead cherry—flit from branch to branch, tasting the new-fallen snow.
Also tagged cherry tree, lilac, snow
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Another warm morning. A Carolina wren...
Another warm morning. A Carolina wren pops out of the bridal wreath bush like a rabbit from a magician’s hat and ascends the lilac, singing.
Also tagged bridal wreath, lilac
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A Carolina wren breaks the silence,...
A Carolina wren breaks the silence, bobbing up and down on the peak of the springhouse roof: one side frosty, the other steaming in the sun.
Also tagged frost, springhouse
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A pair of Carolina wrens call back...
A pair of Carolina wrens call back and forth across the yard, the female responding to each exuberant outpouring with the same terse note.
A Carolina wren rattles in the rain...
A Carolina wren rattles in the rain gutter, perching on the rim — its own feeding trough — and bobs up and down on its backward knees.
A honeybee conducts a slow inspection...
A honeybee conducts a slow inspection of the porch railing, including my boots. I’m pondering the secret cousinship of wrens and crickets.
A Carolina wren swipes its bill back...
A Carolina wren swipes its bill back and forth on the end of a dead limb, as if sharpening a knife. A groundhog sneezes in the strong sun.
Also tagged cherry tree, groundhog
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I stare bleary-eyed at a chickadee...
I stare bleary-eyed at a chickadee darting through the lilac, listen to dueting wrens. The sun, too, is blurred by a kind of mucous.
Also tagged chickadee, sun
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