Fagalo is sleeping in the house I made for him, rather than the squashed flat by rain cardboard "box" he had been living in. I cut out a door in a plastic flower pot, filled it with hay, put a plastic bag over the top to cover the holes, and put his moldy grass over the top of that for cover. At least he knows how to cooperate!

The pesky truck-nesting house wrens despise the $25 house I bought for them.