My little wren is back. I was talking to my friend, Nancy, the other day...and asked if she had seen a wren in her yard. She said no...then in a day or two, she sent an email that she had heard one in her yard. Isn't it funny how we look forward to so many things in nature? The first wren, junco, crocus, redbud blooming, fall color, summer storm, rainbow, and yes the first snake all coiled up and sitting in the sun...I could go on and on. I was sitting on the bench last night and I heard that old familiar song of the wren. There was Jenny (I always call her that) flitting from tree to bluebird house. Yes...bluebird house. You see, she prefers this to the smaller houses that seem so right for her. She was unbuilding a nest that another bird had started. Plop, plop to the ground...all the debris, then up and down to the doorway taking that same debris into her new home. She was arranging it just like she wanted it. Kind of a wren spring cleaning. She saw me there and cocked her little head and scolded me....chi, chi, chi, chi...she went and flew into the tree. She must have been too close to the robin's nest, because there was a big commotion as the robin swooped down from above and dive bombed my little friend. She just flipped her tail and paid little attention to that much bigger bird. She just flew across the way to her new home and told the robin he'd have to deal with it. Love this sassy little bird.