This column is sort of a hodge-podge of catching up on things concerning birds on the hill. I told you about the nest on my front veranda. Well, the daddy wren finished up the nest to his satisfaction and then carried his wife over the threshhold where she promptly laid some precious eggs. Now her days and nights are filled with sitting quietly on the eggs in her nest home. I see daddy flying in and out for short visits and sometimes he stays there so she can go out and socialize a little. I don't know how long one must sit on one's eggs before they hatch into tiny wren babies but I will tell you the minute I see heads bobbing up and down inside the nest. I keep binoculars by the bedroom window overlooking the nest so I will know.
My friend Anita e-mailed me to share what she saw in her backyard. There was a pair of beautiful red cardinals, the male much brighter and bigger than the female but he wasn't just handsome. He was attentive and caring. Of course, I think he was courting his lady but, no matter the reason, he impressed Anita and me. He found a morsel of food on the ground, picked it up in his beak, flew to his lady friend and sweetly fed it to her. I mean, she opened her little mouth and he fed her! Now isn't that the neatest thing! I wouldn't doubt if if he won her little bird heart right then and there. He even did it once more.