All winter long, a pair of Carolina wrens have roosted in the barn every night,
chirping and serenading me as I cleaned stalls in the morning.
I guess the digs were nice enough to raise a family
because they built a nest in the garage door opener in the barn.
A few days ago, the chicks fledged.
Baby wrens were hopping all over the barn.
The parents were furiously trying to lure them outside,
but the babies stayed near the only safe place they had ever known.
They finally made it outside,
and after sitting in a windowsill for a while, this one flew off into the trees.
So long , little guy!
