wrens

One Male Wren Seeking Home for Love of His Life.

Wren perched in hydrangea tree outside my studio

Allowing nature to take its course can take patience. This is how I’ve felt with this dear little wren who has stopped by a few times in the last week scouting out potential bird houses suitable for his female wren companion.

A few years ago I was giddy with excitement as I was able to observe on a daily basis a set of wrens who decided to raise a family right outside my Joyful Pause Cottage studio.

I delighted in their daily song. Admired the male’s protectiveness of the nest. Smiled at their persistence in building a nest working together to get tiny sticks they’d gathered inside the bird house opening. But then how often the stick would be crosswise over the hole and try as they might it would eventually fall to the ground. Though there were a few times they’d figure it out, manage to turn the stick around, and I’d silently be cheering them on. While I also got quite the chuckle out of how determined they are as I watched the male wren swoop down and strike the back of a chipmunk nearby as a warning to move along.

It is the male who seeks out not only one location, but several for an appropriate nesting area. It is only then that he brings his female mate to these potential sites. She has the final say of what feels like home to raise their little brood.

I can certainly relate to this as home means so much to me too! And it got me to thinking about some patience that is in order for me also around some things I’ve been pondering. So thank you, Wren, for the reminder.

So, fingers crossed, we will have a wren family in the neighborhood later this spring! And hopefully by then my patience will have paid off too!

UPDATE: Tuesday morning at 10:30 am –  Wren was hanging out and singing away on top this birdhouse!

XO

Barb

A Few Moments of Amusement with Wren

Over the winter this was a house for a mouse. I learned that earlier this spring when I dug my hand in to clean out the debris and a mouse scampered up the inside and then down the backside. The mouse froze in place as we made eye-to-eye contact and then I apologized profusely for disturbing his/her home sweet home.

Needless to say, I couldn’t cause any more damage and left the rest of what was still inside of Mouses’ soft and cozy furnishings.

This afternoon when I saw something peek its head out the hole I thought once again that it must be the mouse. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a Wren.

Watching for a few moments I noticed Wren was busy throwing sticks and debris out the hole – one small bit at a time. Was Wren cleaning out what Mouse left behind? Or did Wren over plan and had too many building materials he/she needed to dispose of?

With his/her head cocked to the side in this photo I couldn’t help but think that perhaps Wren was having second thoughts about what just went out the hole. You know how it is – should I or shouldn’t I get rid of that sweater? It goes in the bag for Goodwill, and then later in the day, it gets pulled back out, because you are just not quite ready to depart with it yet.

Whatever the case it was for Wren, it was a few moments of amusement for my mind which I greatly appreciated.

XO,

Barb

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