Busy, Busy, Dreadfully Busy

Sometimes I wish my only duty were to gather enough food for the day. Then I remember what a wuss I am--it's a good thing all I have to do is type and talk.

I have not had many spare moments to enjoy the birding solitude I so enjoy, but one whose eyes are open cannot but observe. Were my Bewick's Wrens there in the parking lot the whole time? It would be somewhat embarrassing if they were--but it would also be a definite measure of my birding progress. Those little cuties which used to be sparrows have now come into their own.