Again this year, we have a houseful of wrens—a mother, father and what sounds like roughly 38 babies. I have no idea how they all fit into this house (and more importantly, I have no idea how their parents keep their collective bellies full!).
Wrens make me particularly happy: I distinctly remember my late grandmother telling me she could hear the wrens sing as Bryan and I exchanged vows during our outdoor wedding. I wonder if this little guy knows that I often depend on him as much as those babies do.
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