Sun in the morning

Some dragonflies came past early but did not stay.  A squirrel is busily foraging and chickadees are feeding.  The birdhouse wrens are busy too.  A skink tail wagged as it disappeared under the morning glories.  A dragonfly with clear wings is now perched. 

Another larger skink moseyed across the wall of the house at lunch.  A juvenile robin, still freckled, and with beak open came to the birdbath for a drink. 

Again a storm boiled up in the late afternoon.  It blew down the birdhouse.  So I opened the roof to see what was inside.  Five eggs!  I put the roof back and shoved the birdhouse into the azalea bush that is more-or-less under where it was hanging.  I hope it neither blows away not is carried off by raccoons.  The wrens were flitting around the dogwood anxiously so I hope they will accept this location.  They really packed the eggs in - all the gyrations of the birdhouse in the wind did not disturb them.