Just outside my kitchen window,
in a window box full of violets, wrens built two nests.
One is angled toward the window,
so I'm about a foot from the opening of nest, behind the glass window pane.
I can often see the wren on her nest;
her beak is open when it's hot outside, and her eyes blink open and closed.
Carolina wrens will build a nest just about anywhere:
A couple of days ago, the five eggs hatched
into a mass of squirming baby birds.
The wren we call the mother
flies in and out with bugs, grubs, and spiders.
Soon we will have little fledglings
emerging for their first flight.
I can't wait.