Mushroom Abundance

Like a witches cauldron in the heat and steamy air, the lawn is bringing forth mushrooms aplenty and with variety. If someone knows why blogger refuses to upload an image in a correct rotation, let me know.

Reach for the Sky

Having both well water and a septic system requires some balance in how we use water. After several months bacteria build up in the well and our pipes, and when we turn on the water, it smells strongly of hydrogen sulfide. Therefore, we must carefully treat it with a shock of bleach. Then we must carefully drain the water from the well over a rock river for a while to empty the well of all bleach residue so that we can use the water and so that it doesn't ruin the important bacteria in the septic system. This recycling of bleach water takes several hours. The well pump is capped in the back yard. Because of my aesthetic sense, I ordered one of those artificial rocks to cover the well cap. I intend to eventually plant some small grasses or other plants around the' rock.' We put the 'rock' in place a week ago and upon lifting it to treat the well this morning an interesting mushroom was found underneath reaching for who knows what. Ilove the beauty of various fungus and so had to capture this one.

Neighborhood Modernization

He spotted the new supermarket going up about two months ago. There seemed to be much unnecessary construction and sporadic cleaning of the area before all was finished. Yet, it was so close to where he lived, he felt very fortunate. Finally, the rows of produce were stocked and he could see the fresh greens just seductively sitting there. The price for the pleasure was small...just a 5 inch hole needed to be made in the black plastic netting. He was in the middle of a "fresh green bean sprout delight" which reminded him of his mother's recipes when a crazy woman came running and whooping at him raising her arms in the steamy air.

Her frightening and speedy approach made him a little disoriented and not sure of the way out and he almost didn't make it through the 5 inch hole in the net. But soon he was safe, lumbering through the wild raspberry patch and heading down the ravine with a tummy full of new bean plants.

Simmering Senseless

If, like Haglet, anyone was interested in the owl experiment...it did not work. This same red devil has four favorite windows which he proceeds to tap and fly at each day. Usually in the morning. I must regroup.

It is now 91 degrees and climbing and Mr. Red is probably panting at full tilt in one of the tulip trees tyring to get his breath.

Early this morning while I was fixing coffee in my birthday suit (perhaps in dread of how hot the day was going to become) I looked out in the front lawn and very near the bay window Mr. Longears was busy eating away at the clover. We have lots of clover in the lawn and I think he is doing a great service. I just wonder what he will eat when all the clover is gone...yes, exactly what I was thinking. Maybe I shouldn't let him get too comfortable.

I took my coffee in hand and wandered out all beige with tan lines into the front yard. Being able to wander out in one's birthday suit is a cool advantage of living in the country--- all puns intended. Mr. Longears looked up briefly, made a determination about his situation and then continued his clover breakfast undeterred. A 61-year-old body with all its warts and scars is not going to frighten this fellow.

I have fond memories of this morning because now only a house fire could get me back outside before the sun wanes.

I Hear You Knockin

I hear you knockin, but you can't come in!


When one reaches the age that I have attained after no small success in avoiding various dietary-induced illnesses and diseases of the 20th Century, I do not have any patience for little scares when I brush my teeth in the quiet of my bathroom in the early morning. Little scares such as a cardinal abruptly flying at the window behind me and then tapping incessantly in the early dawn causing my heart to stop and me to drop my toothbrush into the sink.

I also am allowed that occasional nap in the afternoon and do not appreciate the incessant tapping of the same motley cardinal at my bedroom window just as I drift off to sleep---fifteen times!! I have taped the following images of startled owls to the windows of my house and we will see if this discourages this determined and tedious bird from his addled behavior.

Glutton for Punishment

Is is just my imagination or does this 'hog' have a guilty look? I remember a summer when one of his relatives visited my garden in another area of this state and proceeded to make tomato salad every single evening from my garden without asking. She lived under my neighbors porch and was raising an extensive family. My dog treed her for almost 12 hours one day.

This groundhog above looks even healthier. I have lots of clover and other nibbles throughout the lawn and I respectfully ask that you ignore all the expensive delectables in my flower beds! I am willing to live and let live...and that includes the horticultural exotics that I have planted.

Today I Planted

Click photo for a larger view

This past Sunday I took hubby to the airport very early in the morning. My return trip took me by one of my very favorite plant places. I spent $160.00 in very little time and only the size of my car kept me in my place. This place is expensive, has 1,000's of different plants, and everything you get is very healthy and guaranteed for one year. They even have Sunday muffin/tea sessions with a plant expert if you have the time. I took my treasures home and placed them throughout the yard for Monday.

I planted the following on this very nice spring Monday:

2 Clematis John Paul beneath the sun trellises
6 Liatris Spicata Kobold around the circle of the ugly oil tank cap in the middle of the yard
2 Perovskia Little Spire in the same circle of the tank for accent
1 Salvia marcus near my blue-eyed grass
1 Salvia Marcus Nemrosa also near that
1 hybrid tea rose-Sweet Surrender in the same bed ---I am a glutton for punishment. What can I say?
1 paeonia Krekler's Red under my newly planted pink dogwood

and put aside the the newly purchased bird feeder for another day.

Before planting the Peony, I cut the four lovely blossoms and brought them inside along with four of the shasta daisies that had yet to be eaten by the rabbit and put them in a bouquet on my dining table. The bouquet was missing something...it needed a center with a little height. I have a small hedge of wild raspberries creeping into the lawn and a cutting from that seemed to add just the element needed. What do you think? It is not Ikebana, but reflects my casual style.

Trellis and Suns

The above trellis (actually two) were purchased recently to add to the vine hardscape next to the pathway to my front door. I currently have one clematis which blooms in the spring that is growing on a more traditional looking trellis in the center of this side bed. The flower is not the exact color I thought it was going to be, but the plant is so healthy, it will remain. I added two other trellis structures, one on each side with the sun symbol as shown above for balance and to add two later summer blooming clematis that are paler whitish pink in color so that I have vines blooming through a longer time period. They are called John Paul II. This sun in the trellis continues a 'sun-theme' that I accidentally began a few years ago with the sculpture below that is beside my front door.


I also have two large suns hanging above the garage doors. These I have to remove rust from and repaint in a darker wine red next week. Just one more of the many projects I have been meaning to work on. Below is the full bed now in full bloom.
This whole landscaping process is going very very very slowly as I do not wish to be buying expensive salad for the rabbits and deer. Rabbits already are eating 10% of the shasta daisies!!

Life in the Jungle

There seems to be basically two types of people. Those that feel most comfortable living in or very near the city. The sound of an ambulance and police sirens, barking dogs, people chatter and bus groans are comforting and familiar. These sounds become the lullaby that puts one to sleep.

The second group of individuals needs the sound of the wind in the trees, the final call of a bird and/or the lap of a wave upon the shore to help them unwind and drift off in the evening.

Interestingly enough, I think I like both worlds, and while I favor the latter, I can adjust to the sounds of civilization growing as I drift off to sleep.

Two nights ago, there was a twist on the evening lullaby in the woods. The rains had deposited almost three inches by the time sunset (which we could not see) arrived. The gusting winds broke new growth from the tops of the trees and flung it across the lawns. Leaves danced crazily above our heads. The monotony of the falling rain and gusting wind finally put my husband and I to sleep---almost. Just as we lost consciousness the violent and gutteral sound of an angry animal drifted up to the bedroom window. There was calling like a rusty hinge on a door and deep growls that could only come from a mountain lion. This went on for several minutes and hubby got the spotlight and directed it to the ravine. Someone was clearly not going to sleep until he/she got their way.

The spring shrubbery was full and green and we could not even catch a glimpse of a yellow eye. Finally we went back to bed and the animal sounds subsided.

In the crisp sunny post storm morning as we ate breakfast we talked about the noise. We concluded that we had been listening to a territorial dispute between two male racoons. Nasty it was and somewhat frightening. But I guess I can get used to that as I have gotten adjusted to everything else...except a baby's cry.

Nature's Bouquet

These beautiful branches fell to the roadside during the recent heavy rains and winds. The water crept above the dock and kissed the bottom of the boat. Rains and wind continued for over 48 hours, but left behind this lovely bouquet for my dining room table. Tulip tree flowers are not something I would normally be able to 'pick.' I feel very lucky to have such a lovely bouquet before my company arrives tomorrow.

Bye Baby Bunting

Here is an Indigo Bunting(?) that has been visiting. There are two males that stop by the bird feeder. I am hoping to see at least one female soon. How lovely would it be if they nest nearby each year!
Just as I head downstairs to replace the flash card in the camera, one of the males flings himself at the window near the dining room table! I hope he is alright! These filmed windows are tragedies in the woods.

The Beginning

For some odd reason, I think the deep red of the pot offsets nicely with the purples.

And thus begins my citrus grove in the mid-Atlantic.

Monday, Monday

Right on time! It is blooming my very first Monday of freedom!!

Here is Mr. Red

Not the best photo of Mr. Red ...but the best that I could get early in the morning. You can click/open for a bigger photo.


Here is our resident blue jay who clearly does not like the paparazzi.
I also saw the most stunning indigo bunting during lunch and failed to get that photo!!

New Tenants

A new couple has moved in nearby. Since I am still at work in the city, my husband has been the spy of their activities. Except for the demolition and remodeling noise, they are a quiet couple. The male part of the team arrived earlier this spring and began the remodeling. We were sort of surprised that he installed the entry away from the water and facing our deck. I wish I could have heard her comments when she saw this.

"You have that lovely water view and you decide the entry should face that brick monstrosity? I will have to listen to noisy biped chatter every evening from that deck!"

He probably appeared sheepish but continued to move wood chips out the front, because he knew she loved him and she needed someplace to nest soon.

Over the next few days, hubby watched them settle in and begin their child care. They seem to have a balance of responsibilities. When he returns to watch the little ones, she leaves -- probably to get a meal out and some fresh air. There is not much room in that abode.

Yesterday they had their first adventure. Blackie, the black snake, which I had talked about in a previous blog entry has come out of hibernation and returned to the yard. He was 'snaking' his way up the remaining trunk of a small dead tree. This trunk was within a yard of the trunk in which our young couple had set up housekeeping.

I wish I could have been here to see the drama. There was a rather vocal (on the part of Mr. Red--you would think I could come up with more original names) argument followed by diving and flapping. Blackie, probably intimidated by that jackhammer bill, eventually gave up his territory even though it was only feet from the bird feeders. He moved on in search of a meal elsewhere and will certainly startle me one morning when I am out gardening.

I will post some photos today of the newly-weds, if I can.

Shed Your Inhibitions

Tulip Tree -- Yellow Poplar -- Liriodendron tulipifera tepals

Some people have cats or dogs or even birds that seem to shed throughout the house. I have a forest that sheds throughout the yard and deck.

Overnight Summer

It happens every single spring. I ever so carefully and eagerly study the swollen tips of the tree- branches while I anticipate the new beauty that is yet to come. I am rewarded ever so briefly with the Easter colored flowers that blanket the trees and the shrubs along the roadside as I hurry off to work or back home at the end of the day. I see the grass on the roadside turn lime green with each spring rain. And every year, like a softheaded fool, I am so dumbfounded when I wake up that next morning and discover that every single tree has exploded with all its leaves meaning summer is well on its way.

Should I go to War?

This is my Lungwort (Pulmonaria x 'Berries N' Cream') or Bethlehem sage that I planted last year. I could not find it in the local nursery and they special ordered it for me. The variegated leaves with a hairy-furry surface are almost as interesting as the flowers which start out pink and change to purple. The blossoms remind me of the blue bells that grew wild in the foothills behind my house growing up in Colorado. This perennial spreads out about 2-3 feet. My specimen sits in a landscape bed that is right up beside the house and the plant is touted as deer resistant.

...Unlike my purple rhododendron which sits only four feet away in the same landscape bed and which had only one bloom that escaped the cropping of the deer. I am hoping that the deer and I can come to a better compromise once I live here full time. Of course, if they are fundamentalistic and uncompromising in their diet, we will work this out on less friendly terms!

Finally, it is now time for the wild sassafras (below) to be in bloom. If you tear or crush the leaves, they smell like root beer. Tea can be made with the leaves by pouring boiling water over a handful, letting them sit, covered, for 10-15 minutes and then straining out the leaves. I remember doing this when I was a scout leader... but I cannot remember if it worked.

Peeping Tom

Those who still wear gray and brown are embarrassed by the blatant offering of these deep red poutings so early in the season. They are not ready for this arousing display of a need to give and share such beauty. Is it too suggestive when winter winds still steal the warmth from the sun? Provoking and luscious, their time, like our youth, lasts only so long. It is your loss if you allow your eyes to linger elsewhere.

The "Name That Plant" Game

The small package has been opened but I am still trying to figure out what it is. Annie in Austin suggested one idea, and while the flower looks very much like it is related to a flax the rest of the plant doesn't quite fit and so here is a better picture of the whole plant. Anyone else want to play?

30 minutes later....

Ah HA...even though I should be planning an Easter dinner...I have been surfing and think I finally found the species...Veronica chamaedrys or Germander Speedwell!

Good Things in Small Packages

These little faces of goodwill and sunshine greeted me poking their noses over the rim of a leftover planter on the back of my deck. The plant was almost completely buried in oak leaves and then these little ones showed up like eager blue bunnies in the middle of March. I googled tons of images, but found nothing that was close enough for me to remember their name. Fortunately, I don't have to know the name to enjoy them.

Raspberry Kisses

Raspberry kisses
Marmalade dreams
Sugar sonatas
with fragrant sunbeams.

Exotic Spring

This time of year, this is the way I feel. Don't I wish I looked that way! Photo was taken from my recent visit to the Philadelphia Flower Show.

Changing the Lunch Shift

Off goes the woodpecker and in comes the titmouse.

Commonness

Exalted and honorable.
From the Miocene.
August and noble.
I perceive my smallness.
You were there.
I cannot comprehend
this intersection with
eternity.

Patience

My dear cardinal-friend, I can tell by your look that you are getting a little confused. First the week starts out cold and with light snow. In two days the weather is back up teasingly close to the 70 degree mark. Then, just as our blood begins to thin and run with joy, the cold winter wall pushes once again across our land dumping chilling rain and sleet and sending us all scurrying for shelter. Mother nature can be such a tease.

Spring Sproing

Technically this is an inside activity and belongs on my other blog. But I am so happy to see that my work a few weeks ago is being rewarded. Soon this window will be filled with bright red flowers.

What Caught My Eye

My inside hours on the weekends are filled with lists, such as cleaning, filing and sorting. Since I am only here on weekends, I tend to be a bit puritanical in my efforts toward completing these lists.

Still, while moving some plants closer to the window mid-morning yesterday, a very bushy gray tail caught my eye as it moved with a level and steady pace dusting across the fallen leaves on the forest floor. The rhythm of movement as well as large size made me question whether it was truly a very large squirrel. So I stopped and stared intently at the open space ahead and was rewarded with the view of a healthy gray fox. His ears and tips of the tail hair were a rusty red. He walked casually but also carefully with his nose to the forest floor in search of small gray snacks, I am thinking.

He was not cautious in his behavior and did not look up once during the steady pace across the ravine. Eyes on the ground, he even came closer to the house in one of his zags which gave me a nice chance to see his lovely anatomy better through the binoculars . My husband has said that in the early mornings he has seen the same fox head out on this same trail and then by mid-morning it appears he comes back from his shopping trip heading away from the river.

We have a small mound of top soil which sits on the side of the gravel turn-around. I can see his foot prints and bottom where he rests on the warm earth in the evenings waiting for a rabbit dinner perhaps.

Another regular neighbor has made his presence known.

A Ghost of a Morning

I am up early before the sun, as usual, even on this Saturday. As I smell the richness of morning coffee, I look out the window and see the pink and purple dawn coloring the lower sky, just above the silhouetted trees. Each morning is familiar but also like a new gift. A recognizable silhouette in the tree along the shore catches my eye. It is a very large hawk? - osprey are gone for the season. I get my binoculars and although the light is still faint I am sure that I see the shape of an eagle's head and the whiter feather's filling that shape. I lower the binoculars and move to another window to get a better look and like a ghost, the possible bald eagle is gone. I saw no spread of wings and no movement of branches...it has dissolved into the pink sky in a second. As I look out across the water I also see the ghostly movement of winter fog, hanging over the river like the smoke from a long ago camp fire. It also will disappear in a second.

Forcing Spring

There is a sugar crust of snow against parts of the gray winter woods. But inside my little corner of the world I am a-n-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-i-n-g! Those of you who like plants know what I mean. The spider lillies are forming little buds, but will be slower and arriving later.

Shrouds

A dark swooping shadow caught the corner of my eye during the early morning cereal at my table at the window. I had been spending the quiet weekend all alone and thinking how crisply blue the sky was after the winter thunderstorm which woke me and my three thousand neighbors, the Canadian geese, the previous night. I looked to the area against the blue sky and found this shaggy and brooding sentinel of death. Two comrades joined him in the barren gray trees within seconds. The last one's landing broke loose shards of bark and a dry branch went plummeting to the ground. The whole harshness of their arrival seemed apropros of their presence. In all fairness their role in the grand scheme as garbage collectors was important. But I could not see any beauty in that red-rimmed eye no matter how fair I tried to be in my thoughts. They remained for several minutes casting a mantle of melancholy over all.

Obligations

I am one of those people who find it difficult to throw out plants or bulbs when transplanting and I am always finding I have too much. Several years ago I had 40 (YES 40!) amaryllis bulbs that I had nurtured over the years brought back to life each January and February for pre-spring color in the house after the poinsettias faded. I gave 90% of those away at a plant sale when we sold our old house and moved and moved, etc.

Well now that I have new sunny corner windows--specifically designed for indoor plants, I am back again in the swing of propagation. All of the windows in my house have a layer of film that prevents direct sunlight from fading carpets and furniture while allowing the horizontal winter rays to warm the rooms. In this corner above, I just have the regular two layer windows so that full sunlight allows the plants to grow. Over time the wooden floor will fade differently than the rest of the room, but that is the price to pay for natures beauty. During the moves I saved a few amaryllis and blood lilys which come from South Africa. The blood lily which I purchased years ago at the Philadelphia Flower Show is a striking plant and after the bloom has waned, the plant itself is exotic and lovely.

All these plants have wintered over in my basement, too close to the heater this year. I train them to bloom in February, so I have to get them up and going this time of year and hope for the best.

Yesterday the weather was wonderful, in the high 40s and sunny. I went outside in the late afternoon and proceeded to separate bulbs and repot so that I would get larger and healthier blossoms this year and in the coming years. Alas, once again I am propagating. There were way too many bulbs---large medium and small to transplant as I untangle the birds-nest of roots. As you can see from the photo below I have quite a few bulbs of both types and I still have an amaryllis pot with 4 VERY large bulbs to separate and plant out today as well as a few pots of single amaryllis bulbs left in the basement for transfer next week.

Anticipation...I can almost see them smiling.

The Turn

The winter solstice has past, and although hidden to us in the code of the ages, the days are growing longer. Earth's smoothly spinning pirouette pauses in the quiet stillness of deep night and we can almost hear the sigh and see her frozen breath cloud the air. This ancient Earth turns every so slowly in a new angle. Its speed is indiscernible in the beginning but soon will be humming with the secretion of spring as it turns its face to the sun.

Sharing

This is the time of the year when glitter and succulence go indoors. Outside it is gray and dark and cold. Only the beautiful birds brave such weather. Maybe I will take an apple and cut it up and smear it with peanut butter and take it outside!

The Rhythm of Life

Three squirrels, one gray and two black, live in my daughter's backyard. Some days and evenings it sounds as though they live under the roof...perhaps they do? Like most animals, they have their habits and their patterns of behavior. In the photo above is the top-of-the-fence trail that they take dozens of times each day. The snow hill pattern on the ridge is a reflection of their leap length. They all actually leap the same length and formed this scallop shortly after our first snowfall of the season.

Just a Red Barn

It sits like a fat lady spreading her red skirt.
It looks self-satisfied holding close memories of my childhood;
Memories of the late summer’s sweet scent of bailed alfalfa,
Memories of the warm fall breath of the calf,
Memories of the barn swallows’ territorial dance with my dog.

From the ridge of the roof, sitting on warm tin
I saw the world while on the edge of womanhood.
My eyes scanned the snow capped Rockies at the edge of my domain.
I watched a tractor in the near distance kicking up dust in a field,
And nearer watched the workers scar the earth for a new school.

From the inside I watched golden dust sparkle in the sunlight
Dancing through the floor of the loft.
Standing still in black shadows I listened to brown field mice scutter against the wall
And heard the low contented sound of the cows in the adjacent stall
Waiting to be milked and fed.

The farmer and his wife have passed away.
The old red barn is empty now and does not know its days are numbered.
It must move its fat ass and make room for progress,
For plain new architecture
That will shelter only mediocre memories.

(Motivation for this came from Cate.)

November

The wind pushes you along with hurried speed.
The leaves race ahead in full tumble at your feet.
Shadows of impetuous clouds touch the path resembling racing ghosts.
Like White Rabbit you feel late for some ephemeral date.
This season climaxes carelessly and crazily.

Treasures

The trees have put on their Jezebel dresses and have begun their exotic dances tossing gleaming leaves of color like exotic strippers. Others on the forest floor, not to be outdone, have put on their best jewels to catch the eye.

As Hoss Says, Maybe I'm Talking to Myself

Is the title an inside joke? Since no one reads this blog or has botanical expertise, I did my own research to answer the blog questions I submitted below. The tree with nuts appears to be a basswood which is related to the linden tree. The seed pod was an embarrassment as it is probably an Arrowleaf arum seed pod and I certainly should have identified that as it was on the shore of the James River. Since there are numerous versions of this the USDA site is http://main.nc.us/naturenotebook/plants/arrowarum.html .

In case you don't go to the link, more information here:

" The dried root was reportedly used by some American Indians as a flour for making bread, and the dried fruit were cooked like peas. The Nanticoke of Deleware prepared a mixture of grated root and milk which were given to babies for unknown purpose.

In any case, the plant part must be thoroughly dried before eaten because it contains calcium oxalate crystals which causes a burning in the mouth. Cooking does not remove this property well, only complete drying. The root should be harvested in Fall or early Spring, and the fruit in late Summer to Fall." and even more interesting here:

" Another name for this plant is Tuckahoe, and i've found interesting and conflicting reasons for this. Some maintain that Tuckahoe was a nickname (derived from native American word) for the lowlands of NC (then considered part of the territory of Virginia) and for the inhabitants of the area. It was also a name used for Powhatan Indians, and sometimes used to denote poor whites. Apparently, the settlers east of the Blue Ridge mountains were called Tuckahoe and the settlers west were referred to as Cowee. Early Appalachia Melungeons (mixed Indian and European) took English surnames and lived among the early Tuckahoes. Apparently in Algonquin the word meant 'round' or possibly 'tubular round dirty plant.'

Identity Crisis

While taking many long walks in the Virginia woods near Williamsburg and Jamestown we encountered many interesting botanical items. The first photo above is a wild persimmon which carpeted an area beside the road. My husband and I are grazers and just had to taste them. They were deliciously sweet even though they were small, the size of golf balls, and filled with large black seeds.

The next two photos, we could not identify. Any suggestions?

Down in the Pawpaw Patch

Fall is for walking. The smells are musty the sounds are crackling and the views are warm and ever changing.

We had completed Saturday’s chores and Sunday morning woke with reward in mind. Walking on the trail in a nearby state park was the solution to a lovely Sunday morning in late September. As we crossed over hilly terrain we came across a valley of pawpaw trees. Quite a few still held their lingering fruit. The fermented fruit smell greeted our nostrils as we passed under the large leaves of the trees just above our heads. Beneath the branches were scattered orbs in colors of pale green, yellow and some a deep maroon plum in color. A few had been sampled by wildlife but most remained untouched as they lay in their bed of fallen leaves.

We could not resist and so selected the least damaged and proceeded to sample the sweet, creamy, custard fruit cutting carefully around the large black seeds.

This gave us sustenance for our continued hike toward the little lake and then the view of the distant ocean just beyond.

As we were crossing one of the boardwalks, this little fellow was also out enjoying the warmth of the fall day.

Early Riser

It is the weekend and yet my eyes are wide open before the sun even shifts its golden shoulder. I hear a rushing noise outside the window in that velvet darkness. I am curious and pull back the covers and and flick on the deck lighting to find that it is the wind pushing a nice soaking rain across the deck. Everything is shiny wet and when I open the door it smells of good earth.

This gentle sprinkle lasts a short time and I crawl back into the softness of the bed and open one of the many books on the nightstand arguing with myself about whether to make coffee this early. I am just getting into the good part about whether the friends will remember each other after all these years, when I hear a rhythmic bird song, ever so gentle but close.

I once again walk to the window and see a portly wren sitting on the gridded table and with his head tilted to the sky communicating something with the great night. He gently repeats the same short call and then begins like a wind-up toy to hop around the table, pause and cheep, and then continue his hopping and follow with the cheeping.

Was he confused by my deck lighting? Does he do this most mornings regardless of my artificial sunrise? Is this some celebration because the rain has washed more insects his way? Is this an 'after-bath' ritual.

Eventually the gray dawn spreads and the little wren flies onto to the other activities of his day.