I have hung bird houses in the garden hoping to attract the wrens to build a nest. And it has worked. The birds are constantly flitting about the garden, singing and talking to me as they go about their business. Singing to me. They perch just feet away, and will move about as I do. Not to scold me, but to sing their delightful big songs. And now they are even more feverishly busy, as they have little mouths to feed.
|Baby house wrens, June 7, 2012|
|Maybe the alpha chick surveying his new back yard|
Here one of the parent birds sits impatiently upon a tomato stake, waiting for me to leave the area. The flash of the camera early this morning seems to bother the birds, because they usually don't seem to mind if I am nearby. It took awhile for them to land on the house, then they would land, drop off the food tidbit, and quickly dash away.
Maybe a month ago as I was planting a row of onions under the bird house, I heard quite a ruckus above me. A sparrow was trying to get into the house! A distraught wren was perched nearby on a tomato stake. The little wren was raising its wings and dropping its beak, trying to look menacing. Bouncing up and down. Cutest little menacing thing I have ever seen. The sparrow ignored the wren, pushed and shoved at the opening, then pecked angrily at the plastic collar, then flew away. And that is why that early this morning, I still have a bird house full of noisy little baby house wrens.