What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

Once more, as is often on Wednesday nights, I’m zonked. But still wanted to post these cute pics of our Carolina Wrens’ family home construction. I took these a couple of weeks ago one morning when I SHOULD have been getting ready to go to work. I was so intent on getting some shots of the mother, that I completely missed what was probably the BEST photo opportunity…the male, who was supervising the female’s building activities and who was clearly disturbed about my photography. He sat on the back of the porch rocker and dressed me down rather forcefully while she worked intently on arranging her mouthful of building materials. When that didn’t get rid of me, he actually hopped up into the windowsill and pressed his breast up against the glass, as he continued to threaten me, eye to eye.

I think the hen is sitting her eggs now, as we have not seen her for a while, though we do occasionally spot the male either leaving the nest or headed toward it with a spider cricket or some other similar insect in his mouth – most likely food for mama, as we have not heard any chicks yet. It should go without saying that photos of the babies will be forthcoming when we begin to hear baby peeps.

I fear my bird passion is approaching fanatic proportions. I bought a rather in-depth field guide to birding and species identification. I’m even planning on putting together an e-book in the nature of a sort of scrapbook, with pictures of all our backyard birds, identifications and summaries about the species (habits, nesting, migrations, feeding, etc.) and maybe some stories about them. I’m even beginning to envision how I might construct an area that would make great photo settings while attracting a wider variety of bird species and other wildlife.

One might be inclined to think I don’t have enough activities already, to fill my time with…