Tyrant Mate

A pair of phoebe are building their nest on the porch this spring. The male somehow snuck into the house through the front door as I was going in and out doing chores this morning. I managed to gently catch it at a closed window upstairs.


Setting it free outside, his mate zipped from the oaks and was on him before he could make it across the driveway and woodyard into the oaks to perch, pecking at him and loudly scolding him for doing such a stupid thing.

Reminded me of my ex-wives.

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