What a treat tonight! The wrens that had nested in one of my fake ferns hanging on the front porch vacated their nest. I was sitting in the Doggie-TV room with a peripheral view of Doggie-TV (aka the Front Window), and I kept seeing things out of the corner of my eye. When Tic, my primary Doggie-TV watcher, finally got into a snit, I got up to look. Usually it’s a bicyclist, jogger, dog-walker, deer, squirrels, chipmunks or on a rare occasion, fox. None of those this time. It was baby wrens, taking to flight to leave their nest. I’m not sure how many there were. They flew from the table to the window ledge to the bricks to the fake plants to the decimated impatiens to the hostas to the table and around again. I sat there with Tic for about 20 minutes, just watching them. The parents would fly by and light for an instant or two with treats dangling from their mouth, then off to the trees or the shrubs they’d go. After a lot of false starts, and a lot of bouncing back and forth, they finally went into the bushes and then on to the trees. Another generation off to experience the world.