Smorgasbird

All migration, all day, all night. Flocks o' stuff going over all the time. The trees were full of little brown birds this morning, sparrows of some sort, but probably not song sparrows, as they had no interest in pishing. You can almost always pish a song sparrow.

Then as I was getting ready for work I swore I heard a house wren on the front porch. Although the Carolinas have been around since July or so, and are still singing now and then, house wrens have been unusually scarce.

 I crept to the screen door to look.

The darkened cedars and lilacs were blooming with birds. Warblers....who knows what kind...saw a common yellowthroat, but for the rest just hmmm...

Catbirds, foraging for something, including a couple of rose hips. The air resounded with blue jay calls down in front. Cedar waxwings everywhere.

And silly little house wrens. At least a pair. They were in and out of the old nest cavity in the porch pillar, singing and singing and singing, fighting and flirting all over the porch and environs.

What on earth are they thinking!?! Sure that cavity has raised many a wren and the top of the pillar so many robins that the nest was up to triple-decker before it fell last winter, but c'mon now. 

It's September. Somebody give those birds a calendar!