I hear tiny peeps

If you’ve been following my drama box this summer, you might remember my excitement when I heard a house wren in the neighborhood, immediately moving my box to a more scrub friendly part of the yard and hoping.

I was thrilled when Mr. Wren put my yard on his “sing at” list, and I listened for several weeks as he circled the neighborhood, stopping at my wren box for ten minutes or so before moving on and coming back to it.

I was excited when Mrs. Wren showed up, almost as excited as Mr. Wren, who screamed and yelled at her to check out the nest box.

I was over the moon when I saw nesting material poking out around July 3rd, and now I’m hearing tiny peeps.

Happy sigh.  Just happy sigh.