Home !
We've been on a road trip for two weeks. Last night we drove I-84 over Cabbage Hill (Blue Mountains) and stopped to look at the last 45 minutes of road to home.
It was our welcome quilt.
There is no place like home.
Sing in Spring
I've heard the voice of this little wren in the bushes around my patio -- echoing through my back yard as if through a megaphone. So much volume coming out of this little feathered bit of avian life.
Today it actually perched in the top of the pine that grows in our neighbors yard and hangs its branches over into the corner of our back yard. As it declared its territory I dare not infringe - instead I stayed on my side of the yard and used the digital zoom to captured its aria of spring.
I was hoping another Bewick would respond. Perhaps now would be a good time to find a wren box and place it in a safe nesting spot.
Today it actually perched in the top of the pine that grows in our neighbors yard and hangs its branches over into the corner of our back yard. As it declared its territory I dare not infringe - instead I stayed on my side of the yard and used the digital zoom to captured its aria of spring.
I was hoping another Bewick would respond. Perhaps now would be a good time to find a wren box and place it in a safe nesting spot.
Comments
can't wait to hear more about your trip (o:
Glad you had a safe trip Pamela and can't wait to hear all about it!!
Home sweet home ? Yes maybe it's true, lol !
You're fortunate to have a place to call "home". I finally found mine. Took me 39 years!
And yes, there is no place like home. :) Welcome home... I hope you greatly enjoyed your trip!