Winter wren at our home

About a week ago, I devoted a post to a Winter Wren I spotted by the millpond. it was the first one I had seen in the neighborhood this season, and though I wasn't able to get a particularly stellar picture, the sighting left me hopeful that, sooner or later, I'd get a better chance. With any luck, that chance would come just off our driveway, where we've assembled a large bush pile. In past years, these "mousebirds," so-called because they love to skulk in the underbrush, have delighted in exploring the pile, and I suspect that some nights, they even find their way into its inner-sanctum rooms, which the wrens probably use to escape the worst of winter's chill. Today, Friday the 13th, proved lucky, for the wrens, two of them, noisily announced their presence, as they foraged amidst a loose stack of wood I'd cut and split. The handsome birds, their tiny tails cocked at a characteristic angle, were unusually cooperative models, perhaps even enjoying my company. I certain enjoyed theirs, but I hope they remain eternally vigilant and out of feline harm's way.