What is wrong with this wren?

Don't be alarmed. He isn't sick or injured. This photo is just for fun.





Has he been partying all night?
Is he staggering home at dawn with a terrible hangover?

Is he crying?
Has his wife just thrown him out.
Are the kids driving him nuts?
Does he have the worst headache ever?
Did his girlfriend dump him for a more stud-ly wren?



Probably none of the above. He was scratching his head on the rough bark of that limb when
I caught him with the camera. Actually, I think he is enjoying a good scratch. You have to admit he looks pretty silly. The photo just seemed to need a moral story to go along with it;)

Everyone please have a great weekend.

Scenes from a stormy day

Saturday was dark and cool. Late in the night we had high winds with thunder and lightening. Thankfully, no tornadoes.


In the photo, a tiny wren stalks spiders among the logs.






Below a catbird calling into the coming storm.

He mimics the things he likes from other bird's songs and adds his own ‘mew’ here and there.

He keeps his prayer under his tongue.
In his whole life he has never missed the rising of the sun.
He dislikes snow.
But a few raisins give him the greatest delight.
He sits in the forelock of the lilac, or he struts
in its shadow. …Mary Oliver