Sometimes in the pre-dawn hours, I will notice a tiny bat hanging from the top of the wreath. When I stepped outside around midnight last night, I noticed a little something different - a little wren! He must have had a big day, because he was all fluffed up and sleeping soundly as I snapped these pictures, closed the door, called for Robert to come see, and then he took a flash picture without disturbing him. We went to bed and left the tired little birdie alone. Aren't his little spots so pretty?