We were wandering the hood a few weeks ago, and we found this discarded oriole nest. I placed it on this old weathered fence and it looked like a bird!
It even had a beak!
We are out enjoying our area lakes almost every day of the summer. Lake Harriet is only around 9 blocks away. And Grass lake is only a couple blocks from our backdoor. It's always a good choice for an evening stroll at sunset.
I love the light beams in this photo.
But there's fun to be had in our own backyard. We always have early spring chickadees nesting in our birdhouse. And after they start flying school, my husband always clears out their nesting material in the hopes of new renters.
Well, this year, for the very first time, we had wrens! And if you are a birder, you know how joyous it is to have wrens talking you up. In the past, we have seen them bringing in sticks, but they never chose our box. But this year they stayed. And the summer was all the better with their lively chatter. And then their offspring's little peeps.
It took many stick deliveries to get the nest set up just right.
Many sticks were just too darn large. So I was able to snap a few photos while they were trying to jury rig them in.
The bird house sits over our beautiful iris crop. My husband's grandmother started these very plants. And we are keeping them going in our neck of the city. Now, even my hydrangea are on the tail end of the season.
But it's not just the blooming summer flowers that are saying goodbye.
The wrens have fledged. And all they left behind was a woodsy nest, miniature feathers and one tiny brown speckled egg.
We'll miss you little fellows.