Carolina Wren

     Of all the reasons for writer's block, I've never heard anyone claim she couldn't write because the birds were leaving the nest. Today, I claim that. 

       After watching the mother bird build her nest, suspecting that babies were inside, and trying to set up a camera on a tripod with a remote shutter release (and failing), I was able to watch the wrens leave the nest.

       At first glance, I knew the little ones were too small to make it on their own. But, then I discovered that the mother was still feeding them even as they sat and tried to figure out the new world around them. 

      This is the first day this Carolina Wren has sat in the sunshine, having been born in a nest hidden in a dark recess.

        Now, I'm back to writing, and I'm happy I was able to watch the exodus.