More often than not, Carolina Wrens are heard rather than seen. One recent sunny morning, however, I found this Carolina Wren taking a dip in the backyard birdbath. After its morning bath, the wren flew to the feeder hanging on the back porch. It stayed there for several minutes, satisfied to let the sun dry its earth-tone feathers.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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4 thoughts on “Hanging Out”
I love watching/listening to the birds that visit my birdfeeders. Never seen a Carolina Wren but maybe they are just shy around my neighborhood (or maybe I live far enough from their usual stomping grounds that they’ve never visited my neighborhood). Thanks for the pic. Really enjoy your blog.
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I love watching/listening to the birds that visit my birdfeeders. Never seen a Carolina Wren but maybe they are just shy around my neighborhood (or maybe I live far enough from their usual stomping grounds that they’ve never visited my neighborhood). Thanks for the pic. Really enjoy your blog.
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Thanks. I’m glad you enjoy the blog.
Bruce
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I love the picture. Very ingenious bird feeder. Great shot.
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Thanks so much, Becky.
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