I’ve been waiting patiently. Well, okay, sometimes not so patiently (!) to see if a wren has taken up residence in one or two of the houses John built for them earlier this spring. The houses are attached to the east side of my writing cottage.
I first spotted this wren in the top photo in the hydrangea tree earlier in the week, but yet, I still hadn’t seen one saw go in or out of either house. But today it happened!
Once I realized they were utilizing the house it was fun watching as they gathered twigs and whatever else they could find to build the nest. And they do it together though they each have their special tasks is what I learned. The male constructs the nest and then the female furnishes it with feathers, moss, or leaves – whatever she can find for her sweet bum to have a soft place to rest and get ready to lay her eggs which she does one egg a day until she has laid five or six.
It was such a little thing I thought that was bringing me so much joy this morning. And then I thought about how times like these going through this pandemic and how the little things just continue to get bigger and how those seemingly little things continue to bring more and more bursts of love to my heart.
I also feel like John and I are that male and female wren. He the carpenter and I the one who thoroughly enjoys feathering our nest.
Wrens are also known to be quite resourceful and adaptable and I reflected on how we incurred a big unexpected expense for John’s business this week that was hard to swallow. But we two wrens have been through worse as we gathered together on the deck last night talking it over and how we will move forward. We will be okay because as we’ve learned over the years from hard knocks, that we too can be resourceful and adaptable when we need to.
And it’s these little moments watching the wrens that keep us grounded and I say a big thank you to them for their teaching and for bringing us these bursts of joy….because it is truly what matters.
xo,
Barbara
