It has been snowing for awhile and everything is white.  The snow is a wet, heavy one.  I have never seen our lilac bush so bent.  I am not going anywhere so I might as well enjoy the scenery viewed from my back and front window.  The branches of trees are all bent by the weight of the snow.  It is only an half a dozen times a year I might see the white landscape.  I made sure my bird feeder was full this morning with sunflower seed.  I know the birds have to forage a little harder in the snow but they have to eat, too.

I did not see the Carolina wren for about a week.  I had discovered a nest the bird was making then.  Today I spotted two right outside my large living room window.

That was the only time I saw two at once.  I checked my bird book:  both the male and female are identical.

One of them hopped on the chair right in front of me on the porch with several pieces of straw in its mouth and then disappeared into the large white pine branch still leaning against the house, torn off our tree during an ice storm.

The nest was on the ledge behind the branch.  I was hesitant to view it again for I did not want to disturb the bird especially if it was already sitting on its eggs.

Now I was keeping my eyes open for the bird thrilled they had not abandoned the nest.  It was a only a small moment in my day but it made me happy.