A Bird in Hand…

Is worth two in the bush. Or something like that.

B and I enjoy watching birds in our yard and elsewhere, though we are far from dedicated bird-watchers. There is an area on our Christmas tree that displays a collection of bird ornaments, all gifts from students and family. We also have a collection of bird houses in the living room. While we did not set out to collect them, they have been given to us and we love them.

Well, last night, I was in the kitchen when B said, “We have a bird in here!” Sure enough a wren flew in and perched in the Christmas- decorated chandelier (Gosh, that sounds a lot fancier than it is!!). We decided to see if (like wasps) it would go toward light. We turned off all the lights in the house and turned on the garage light and porch light and opened the doors. Out it flew into the garage. B opened the big, electric door and it disappeared into the night. He told me that the night before a wren had suddenly flown up out of a bush in the yard and brushed his cheek as it flew past him. That would have totally startled me. We have decided that the wren is hanging out in the wreath on the front door. We have had them do that before and even go so far as to build nests in the wreath. So in an attempt to keep the birds out of the house, we now knock on the door before we go out.