Day 47. The Carolina wren Marie Read identified for me last week came back. It searched two converted stone chimney flue planters for hibernating insects or grit. I poured a pile of dried meal worms—a protein rich, beetle larvae—on top of the coral bell stems that had died back and refilled the empty birdbath. The wren returned, flitted back and forth between both flues. It selected a worm and then flew underneath the copper fire-pit at the other end of the patio to eat. In its absence, three dark-eyed juncos discovered the amber-colored worms, while a tiny red-breasted nuthatch drank the birdbath’s melted water from a half submerged, flat rock.