House Wrens nested in this pottery birdhouse for years and years. Then they disappeared about ten years ago, and I put the birdhouse away. I happened upon it this spring and impulsively hung it back up. Within days, I heard the familiar (and wonderful) trill of a House Wren. So loud for such a small bird! Surely these were not the same ones who nested hear all those years ago. But something about this birdhouse obviously appeals to House Wrens.
The other day a papa (or mama) Wren sat in the Blue Spruce scolded me (over and over) for sitting on the porch and interrupting his mission: to feed the babies. I did get up and leave, but not before taking one more picture.
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I love your photographs, Susan. I'm also happy when I hear a house wren scolding me so this was a double treat. Thanks.
Such beautiful photos! This is such a treat! —The Bird Nerd
Great pics. There's a family of blue jays that lives here and I love seeing them hanging around.
Susan, your photographs are wonderful. Do you do anything with them? Frame them, print them, turn them into notecards (I'm sure they would sell)?
Thank you, everyone. I have quite a few of my photos hanging on my walls, and I give them as gifts quite often. (Love wide-mat museum frames!)
Several friends have pushed me to exhibit. I've pooh-poohed the idea because digital photography has spawned a huge number of amateur photographers, many of whom are far more skilled with lighting and technique than I. But I recently promised to at least check into the possibility. So we'll see.
Thanks again!
I agree with what the others are saying. Having an "artistic sense"-- which you have -- is probably more important than lighting and technique (which can be learned). Exhibit! Exhibit!
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