Three years ago the grand kids painted bird house gourds on July 4th, while waiting for the fireworks. All took them home but one; the 15 year old at the time, thought he was too old to hang a hand painted gourd in his back yard.
This year mother wren selected the lone gourd for her nest. The gourd hangs from the roof covering the deck and is visible from the house’s picture window. For two days we watched mom and dad wren shuttle back and forth bringing food in their beaks to the nest and leaving immediately to get more, sometimes arriving simultaneously. Tirelessly, they worked from sun up to sun down to feed their brood.
Watching this spectacle was welcome relief from the 95 degree heat and 85% humidity. We were sapped, but the little birds kept working.
Thought for the Day: Without labor nothing prospers. Sophocles