Last spring I hung a couple of long-neck gourds in the pine tree, hoping for some feathered tenants. Well, a pretty little house wren moved in and is raising a family. She scurries around finding food for her hungry brood, then stands on a branch scolding---probably telling them to chill out and behave. The way we've been running around the last couple of weeks, you'd think we were a pair of scavenging birds. Whoever said retirement was boring has never been there. The DH's younger brother and his wife were here from Montana, so that meant lots of eating (in and out), a trip to our cabin, a trip to Big Stone to another brother's cabin, two trips to the casino in Watertown. We came home to get caught up for a few days and are now headed back to the lake for a busy 4th of July. They say there's no rest for the wicked, so we must be pretty wicked!
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