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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Posted by Karyl on July 1, 2010 at 7:47 pm
I love the wrens! They sing to us each morning – we are usually awake before they are, but they are about the first we hear – along with the cardinals. This I probably should not admit, but I go outside and say, Good morning little wren! Thank you for singing to me! I know that is weird!