His eye is on the sparrow wren…

See the sweet birds in the banner above? Earlier today I went to check up on the little ones. I carefully opened the birdhouse expecting to see little birdie beaks poised for feeding. Instead, one of the “wee littles” jumped, seriously, leaped! right out of the nest! Of course I chased it and just as I was about to grab hold it jumped again, into the tall grass, never to be seen again! I searched for that little bird for half an hour while momma and daddy chirped and chattered the whole time! And I've got the mosquito bites to prove it! Suffice to say that looking for a tiny brown bird in three foot tall grass is like looking for a needle in a haystack! Man, did I feel terrible! Even though I wasn’t too happy the wrens had moved into my bluebird box (I have had bluebirds nesting there for several years.) I had grown to love them. I learned to recognize their call, and one morning they were literally outside my bedroom window singing and calling as if to say “Get up it’s a beautiful day!” That's better than any alarm clock! The only consolation is to think that perhaps they were just getting ready to leave the nest, fly the coop, and venture into the great unknown! Be safe little bird, godspeed!