Rain fell last night and through the morning. The oaks and hickories, their bare limbs aching for spring, drank in the moisture, as a Carolina Wren's lilting song drifted through the moist air.
Two wrens have slept in their shelter on our front porch the past two nights, after being absent for much of the winter. It could be a good sign. Last year, their nest building started a week earlier than this, but who am I to cast stones? Seems like I'm behind on everything, too. We're just hoping, after last year's unfortunate events, that they'll choose to nest again within sight of the kitchen sink.
In the meantime, they're residing in the forest in this piece, and also on a mug in my Zazzle shop. Check it out here, if you like.
Linking with World Bird Wednesday