Wren Babies!

WILD WATCHERS by Donna Swanson

Out on the prairie where the wheat blows free
lives a red-tailed hawk
and his daring family.
They hunt for their supper
and they wait in the trees,
out on the prairie where the wheat blows free.

Down in the valley where the wild river runs,
lives a great horned owl
and her wide-eyed sons.
They hunt all day in the rabbity runs,
down in the valley where the wild river runs.

Here in my yard where the violets grow,
lives a tiny brown wren
who loves her babies so.
She watches for the hawk
and she watches for the owl,
here in my yard where the violets grow.
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Peeked in yesterday (scared off mommy) and saw WREN BABIES!

They're all beak.