Monday, July 8, 2013

Location, location, location

After I hung up a load of laundry outside, I noticed a wren flitting around with nesting material in his beak. I assumed he was building a nest in our canoe. Again.
 When I pulled the laundry off the line, I realized my mistake as soon as I put my hand in the peg bag...
 That poor bird must have worked awfully hard to stuff all that material into my peg bag in just one afternoon!
Thankfully, there were no eggs, but I still think the local house wren population needs a better realtor.