||[Jan. 23rd, 2017|08:11 pm]
Earlier this evening I rooted in the drawer for a card to send a friend and picked out one with a picture of a wren on the front which tweets birdsong at you when you open it.|
About an hour later I looked up from my computer and saw something fly across the kitchen. I went to investigate and found a little bird sitting high up on a bookcase. I opened the patio doors and gently persuaded it to leave. And, yes, it was a wren.
Like calls to like, events tend to clump together, it doesn't particularly mean anything...