Our oak titmouse babies fledged yesterday, so when I heard lots of hyper eager chirping outside this afternoon, I assumed it was the little homesick titmice returning to our yard to visit. Unexpectedly, it was a full-fledged family—kids and parents—of the Bewick’s Wren variety! And their cuteness ensued.

The parents were fluttering around furiously, foraging for food to feed their famished fledglings.

I think I briefly spotted a titmouse flitting by, but it didn’t even say hi. I tried not to take offense. But it made us all the more grateful for this unexpected visit from the Wren Family.

Plus we got to see one transform into a Chonky Borb. Life is good!

I think wrens might actually be my favorite birds. It’s possibly because I used to think a wren was named after me. ?