“Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day”
― Alice Morse Earle
I told my Husband a month or so ago that the pole the wren house was on was crooked. Last week he decided to try straightening it. The little wren came flying out, probably off her eggs, cussing up a storm. She flew up in the tree right above, flying from limb to limb and chirping in short bursts, most likely asking just what he thought he was doing! She did eventually go back in. She blocked the door. Not a happy camper and you should have seen his face.