Once again our screened back porch takes on the position of aviary for another group of hatched Wrens.

They are something.  They get their flying chops is short time and it is always fun to see them flitter across the width of the porch and catch a piece of screen before they hit the deck.  Sometimes they hit the deck.  But they are resilient and tough little critters for sure.

They will sit for a while and wait for their next move.

Looking out to the bigger space that waits for them when they are ready.

These photos were taken yesterday and there has been no sign of them on the porch or on the nest at the edge of the southeast awning.

I feel like Opie watching Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod take off.  It was fun while it lasted and not a bit of bird poop on the chairs.  They are polite too.  Until next Spring, I suppose.  They’ll be back.

Beyond the hay and the trees in the background there are probably folks canoeing on the Blue River as I type these words.

I walked three miles yesterday on my path and only saw two vehicles go by.

It was very nice.  Mid-80s.  A little breeze.

I consider this my reward for surviving a five mile walk on New Hampshire’s Highway 101.  That was an adventure in crossing a bridge, dodging cars, walking on my tippy toes at times, and a great deal of my own resilience and the power of prayer.  Glad I lived to tell the story.

Hope all have a good weekend.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson