Flew Down into the Garden... Again

I am delighted to say that I am getting a regular little visitor to the patio again. The wren has made it through the winter.

Despite the diminutive stature, it has one of the loudest calls and I can't fail to hear it before I see it. Hopping around over the moss-covered bricks looking for insects, it can become camouflaged against the comparative mountain of brown leaves in the corner. Then it hops again and the current game of hide and seek is over.

Until the next hop.