I’ve been catching glimpses and flashes of brown out the kitchen window all afternoon today. I figured house wrens had finally discovered the potting shed and were making good use of the rafters, beams, nooks and crannies in the roof line to nudge in a little mountain vacation home.
I was wrong.
They seemed to have preferred a pot…
on a rack…
Right by the door.
I assume he’s still in the “I gotta get me some of that” mode and hasn’t found a mate, so I considered relocating the pot, with it’s nifty nest hat, to the potting shed – but on closer inspection of the rack, he’s attempted to build nests in EVERY single pot on the shelf. I think he’s got a thing for the shelf… by the door… that I use 3 to 4 times every day.
I don’t see good things happening here.