It’s the perfect location, a small alcove under the corner of my front porch roof. A wren flies back and forth with bits and pieces of grass, twigs and other material to make a shelter for her young. It’s not the first time. Every fall I clear away an old nest from this popular spot for the next generation of wrens. Some of the birds choose my hanging baskets for a home causing me to be careful about watering. Cardinals seem to prefer my shrubs. The sparrows have taken over the two-storied martin house on a pole in the backyard. I’m not sure where all the woodpeckers, blue jays, mockingbirds, chickadees, titmouse and other birds that show up in my yard build their nests. Don’t you love birds! Only God can create living works of art!
Published by Sheila Graham
Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham