That’s what Neighbor Fred called little Wren yesterday while he was pruning our apricot tree. It was a gorgeous day, almost hit 70℉ with abundant sunshine. He wasn’t wrong: as pruned twigs clustered with fat buds hit the ground, Wren trailed along behind him eating the buds from the twigs. Have you ever?

Fred had said he’d be happy to help me prune the tree, but in truth I was even less help than Wren. I sat on a bench and kept him entertained with mindful conversation when I wasn’t wrapt in the phoebes calling around the house. I heard at least two, maybe three, and one of them perched atop the roof and called and called for a mate. Fingers crossed!

Once Fred had provided her with all those snackies, Wren decided he could be her friend, and finally let him pet her. Ooo, he did it just right!

After our arduous work supervising pruning, we sat on the patio for lunch, and enjoyed a second exciting bird. Pinyon Jays are moving through, and some of the flock stopped to drink at the birdbath. All I need is a third bird, and I’ll be calm.