The New Hotness

A great musical interlude on the patio announced an airlift of construction materials eventually producing this pile inside the top cover of the propane tank:

The male Carolina Wren switched from the Tweedle of Great Nestbuilding to the less musical Mighty Chirr of Disapproval, presumably because he noticed a mouse (or, perhaps, chipmunk) occupying the lower ring of the tank. Rodents and birds do not coexist well at all; I have no doubt a mouse would climb right up the tank for a supply of breakfast eggs.

I must blow the crud off the tank before the next fill.