Faces of you kids come to mind
when I spy the Carolina Wren spring thru scraps of forest
& vine-covered trellis,
living up to its Greek name-Thryothrorus-
meaning, leaping thru’ the reeds.
And, truly, CW’s long white eyebrow strip recalls your raised eyebrow looks,
almost as saucy as the long, uptilted-tail.
I wish more of you rummaged thru the tangled understory,
chasing and chuckling. But there’s always FaceTime.
You can see how the parents added shed-snakeskin and their own feathers to the lining of this nest.
And below this picture is a shot of the window box with its begonias gone and the domed-side entrance woven nest laid bare. The CW are still around though, rummaging.