The Bluebirds have raised their brood and are gone. One birdhouse on the South and one on the West side of the house have male House Wrens who have built their nests and sit singing on the roof, in attempts to lure a female. This is the first year there has been such close competition. I hope they both are successful. Their musical trill is very relaxing to wake up to.
"Some things are so predictable...when you are no longer surprised and not caught off guard. You shake your head and just get along with the business of life."