I looked out the big studio window today and guess who was hanging about?
About that time a little Carolina Wren came flying from the wood stack there beside the brick column—the one that holds the new bluebird house. And the Papa Bluebird got ALL KINDA UPSET. So in spite of his fretting, I took a little peeksie in the little round hole.
Well, well, well.
YAY! YAY! YAY!