Birds of a Feather
I was ready to write. Pen and paper? Check. Computer? Check. Manuscript to revise? Check. But how could I concentrate with a bird bustling back and forth yards away? The answer? I couldn’t!
Every year, House Wrens make a nest in one of my birdhouses. If you think the Wrens are busy as they gather twigs and grass, you should see them once their babies hatch! The flit and fly all day long, handing off juicy bugs to hungry beaks. The babies trill insistently when a parent returns. I imagine they’re saying, “Feed me! Feed me! It’s been ten minutes since my last meal.”
If I so much as go outside to look at the birdhouse, the daddy (I think it’s the daddy) perches atop our outdoor table umbrella and, literally, gives me the stink eye. Really!
When a chickadee or starling comes close and cocks its head to hear the chirping babies, one of the parents hops and squawks, chasing the intruder away. Interestingly, my dog Lucy isn’t perceived as a threat, which she isn’t…unless you’re a chipmunk or a mailman.
Dawn and dusk are full of activity and, when night falls, the family quiets down and gets ready for bed. Last night, when I retrieved something from the back porch, under the birdhouse, a little head popped out and tiredly looked at me.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’m not going to hurt your babies.”
Click here to watch a video of a House Wren singing.
Click here to watch a video (with funny commentary) of House Wrens leaving their nest for the first time.