I have a tiny little garden in front of my ground-floor bedroom window. (Well, OK, the whole condo is on the ground floor.) I used to think that squirrels were making the little roundish depressions in the dirt in the places where there are no plants. However, since I moved my desk much closer to the window, I've seen that little brown birds, which I presume are house wrens, are using the dirt for their dust baths. They alight in a little depression in the dust, flick dust on themselves and flutter their wings.
And, since there is now a lot less stuff around the little table in front of the bedroom window, Julia has been spending a lot more time in front of that window (instead of in the bay window in the living room).
She loves, loves, loves
watching the little birdies. She is obsessed
. Even in the morning, when I still have the blinds closed for privacy and modesty, she is crouched in position, trying to peep through the gaps. Then, all afternoon long, she is gazing out there, swishing her tail, occasionally chirping or chittering under her breath.
Sometimes there are as many as six or seven wrens out there at once. When one gets especially close to the window, Julia goes especially bonkers and scrabbles her paws or paces.
I have been putting a bit of bird seed out there to make my little garden especially attractive. I've started to call it the House-Wren Social Club. :-)
Here's what she looked like a few days ago, when it wasn't so hot and I had the window open, so that there was just a screen between Julia and the birds. (Note that the birds sitting right *on* the window sill are made of clay ... a couple of ornaments I bought years ago to symbolize my wish to find a mate.)
Right now Julia is sound asleep because she wasn't able to do her usual afternoon catnapping -- too many distractions! :-)