This Morning Outside
by Diane Porter
July 13, 2011
Always in the wild meadow I hear the tell-tale chink-chink-trrrrl of the sedge wren down in the grasses. But seldom does one pop out in full view like this fellow did this morning.
He's probably already nested, which is why his tail is so worn out. But he's singing today, and that may mean he wants to do it all over, father another brood of sedge wrens.
Go for it, guy.
Photo copyright 2011 Michael and Diane Porter