Some sad news...

The wren arrived a couple of days ago. I heard his warbling in the woods across the street from my craftroom window. It's always a pleasure when he arrives because his song is so much bigger than his body. He's a bundle of energy, too. He will fill every nest box he finds with sticks in order to give his lady a choice of dwellings. We have not had any problems with wren predation in the past, but this particular wren decided it wanted to nest in the titmouse box, so he dragged all 4 eggs out of the box and dropped them on the ground. Of course, the titmouse is gone, which is very sad because we've not had a titmouse nest in our yard before. So, this year, I've lost my bluebirds and my titmice. On the upside, we have more toads than you can shake a stick at. (Ever wonder where that phrase came from?) And, of course, the wren is back.