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Wednesday November 16th 2011    Tim Candler

     There is a Carolina Wren dominating the front porch.  Thank God it's a girl and I think this because I have yet to hear her sing. Around sunrise she'll be there, a little near sighted I guess or sleepy, because she takes little notice of me, except maybe a nod and a 'mind your own business.'  And I have noticed the cigarette spider has gone.  All that's left is web.

       This morning while I waited for her, I caught sight of  a Wren in the Privet.  It too was a Carolina Wren, but it was a boy and I know this because when she chased him toward the Lilac he sounded on the edge of emotional damage, which is not the sort of noise a person needs to hear at that time of day.

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