Cinnamon and the House Wrens have an understanding. They yell at him from the tree, or the lilac bush, or the hops vine, and they follow him to where he sits in the shade. He just ignores them. I know when he is out and about, and I tucked him back into the house. He knows he hasn't a hope of catching them.
House wrens and Cinn:
Last week, Cinnamon and I went walkies in the back 40, prior to the rain. The ground was so cracked and dry.
House wren chicks beg for food. I cannot see them. It is a joy to hear them.
In they come, chicks yell, out they come to forage for some more moths.
I took the opportunity to photograph some birds. I could see the
Baltimore Oriole Scarlet Tanager from the deck. I don't know why I always mix that up. He wasn't too cooperative! I'm too slow. I even wore my reading glasses.