Wrens
Walked into the carport yesterday to get my gloves and came face to face with three wren chicks learning to fly. One fluttered off to get stuck between the shelves and the carport wall. The remaining two just sat and looked at me. The mother or the father, I don’t know which headed back to the nest. In deference to the birds and the training session, I backed up, forswore the gloves, and moved on.
This morning they were out fluttering between the fence and the south porch. I’m assuming that’s the same set of birds, of course. Regardless, the fence is a good place to be because I keep the grass high which makes cat travel hard. Plus, there’s a grapevine in which they can shelter. I also opened the sliding door in the back wall of the carport to give the little garage birds better access to freedom. I’m doing what I can to help the kids get a start in life, because I like the little birds and their flipped-up tails.
They’re very secretive, however, and fast. I guess that comes from being small. It’s best to not be noticed. And that’s cool. I much prefer them over the swallows who acted as though they owned the place. The wrens are content to sing, fly about and stay out of sight. As guests go, they’re the sort I like. They’re here, but I still feel like it’s my house. And I think that might make for a long term relationship.