The stealth wrens have fledged sometime in the past week, when we weren't here. We don't hear the parents' song or the tiny calls of the babies, nor do we see Mom and Dad flying back and forth with food, over and over and over... It was an unexpected treat to have a second brood this summer - we didn't think the male was ever going to attract a mate, and that for sure he was doomed to batchelorhood for the year. But he must have met this babe at The Worm Bar's last call and had unprotected sex, because all of a sudden he was lugging diapers and baby food. Now they're gone. They don't write, they don't call, they never stop by any more. And they didn't even clean up their room before they left. Sigh. What's wrong with birds today, anyway?