I was outside this evening listening to a beautiful aria by a bird sitting on our electrical wires. Spring is definitely here because we are serenaded each morning and evening by various avian vocalists. In the front yard we have a wren. I like to think it is Rita, the Staghorn Wren from last year. The wrens come back every year.
This year Rita has chosen a grouping of palms we have by the side of our driveway. She's a smart cookie to keep moving her nesting spot. But she's also a loud cookie every morning. Sometimes she sits on Mr. Tennis' side mirror on his car and wakes us up. I have yet to get a picture of her doing that, but I will. Oh yes, I will.