A surprised Carolina Wren jumped from a corner pot as I looked out on the garden this morning—so that’s who’s been digging there! The wren flew up to the rail, bent down, picked up something with its beak then flew to the side of the building, bringing back a larger something, pale grey, narrow, rectangular—a moth? The wren then picked it up and flew away. Bug patrol. Thanks. (And well, it left something too, several somethings. I have always heard how neat wrens were—but then; maybe some other bird came in the meanwhile…Oh well, even in Eden.)
Though my garden is in pots, in the air and not very large—I do get a few other welcome natural visitors. I usually prefer to not be in proximity to frogs but I’ve been happy to have the tiny ones that have made their way up to my garden.
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