Although I do not know exactly where, the Bewick's Wren lives nearby all year long. The other day, early in the morning, I heard his short springtime song.
Then he flew in close to me.
"In spring, I get so hungry that I come to the patio
looking for the suet. See this big chunk of suet.
I am convinced that this is home-made."
"I'm not afraid of you. I'll let you take a close-up."
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