Menagerie Monday (7): Big Bird, Little Bird

On this very warm spring day (it topped 90°F), I was more than happy to take a break from the seemingly-endless rigmarole of planning, sorting, packing, discarding, and continuing to hoard certain things in our rather staggering stash of household goods. As we were having our morning beverages of choice, CD looked out the front window and alerted me to the presence of a few members of our neighborhood gang of “wild” turkeys. The largest tom was making a great show of displaying for the benefit (or, rather—and much more likely the intimidation) of the other tom in the small group; the object of all this attention, seemed to be not very impressed with the display, at least to my eye. And then, later in the morning, the pair of house wrens who have graced us with their return yet again, for what I believe is the fifth year in a row, have begun to set up shop in the little, (very) old wren house that was here when we bought the house nearly 20 years ago. Each year I open it up, clean it out, and re-secure the tin roof, and they seem to like what I do, so I don’t feel compelled to get more elaborate. In fact, they are out there warbling their little hearts out as I write this, and it’s nearly 8 pm. We’re doing something right.