Yesterday was the first time, in what seems to have been months, that the weather was ideal for a walk.  I pulled on my hiking boots and started up the hill beyond our house and took the usual tour.  It seems each time, even though my walk covers the same territory, there is something new to see.  Yesterday was no exception. 

 There was a lot of bird noise across the road from where I stopped to catch my breath so, of course, I walked over to see what it was all about.  Sitting on a rock with a morsel in her beak was Mrs. Rocky (rock wren).  She didn’t fly away when I got close, but sat patiently waiting to see what would happen.  Small chirps were coming from the hillside and, as I scanned the rocks, lo and behold, in a sandwich of flat stones, the filling was a nest of tiny rock wrens.  When mama decided no harm would come to her brood, she hopped in and stuffed the little tidbit into one of her chicks.  All of this happend at eye level so the whole experience for me, a birdwatcher, was absolutely the best.  Guess who didn’t have a camera while all this was going on?

Rock wrens are great little birds and information about them, including picutres and their song, can be found by Googling Rock Wren.