I am taking the day off and was sitting on the back porch surveying the yard for ideas. My eyes were half-closed, a nice breeze punctuated a still, dry, perfect sunny April morning.
The ususal commuters were hard at work in and around the plants and bushes. Insects of all size, shapes, and speed hummed around the flowers. Butterflys and similar fliers rode the breezes, stopping where they could and should. From the east wall came a loud, menacing squawk. I looked up to see a tough looking Cactus Wren, no bigger than a handful, announce his presence to the yard.
Wren was all business. It dropped to yard in front of the newly trimmed lantana, hopped into the bush and found a meal. Finished with the lantana, Wren, back on the ground, walked and hopped from planter to bush to planter checking each. It came within five feet of where I was sitting, cocked his head and looked right at me. "What tasties these morsels be," Wren said with a wink. Then it headed into the honeysuckle and ruella to finish his work in my yard.
Wren was systematic. It couldn't have been its first time in the yard. Wren was deliberate, calculating, thorough. My guess is that our yard is part of his daily duty as a card-carrying member of the High Sonoran Food Chain.
You're welcome back any time, friend.
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