The year Del the Cat came to the Classic you had a nest of those Carolina wrens in a toolbox on the work bench. The year before the nest was located inside a canvas bucket hanging from a beam. I was deeply moved to see that you had had put up caution tape to keep people back from messing with the young family busy raising their young. I was simply amazed that both the male and female had adapted so well to the comings and goings of the people, continuing to bring dozens and dozens of insects to the chicks every hour during the daylight. I was so impressed that I spent a bunch of time down by the creek catching bugs. I stood as close to the nest as the caution tape allowed me with a bug in my fingers. One adult or the other would see the offering and after a few moments consideration they'd flit to my hand, take the proffered food, and quickly serve it up to one chick or another.
I was a little bummed to not see an active nest in the workshop space a year ago when I was there. I had brought six dozen super mealworms in my pack to feed the little sweeties. Yeah, Pappy, you know my long history of having a soft spot in my heart for the feathered folk.
