Wacky Wren

I could hear the wren singing from inside our house, with all the windows closed. He was really carrying on. Then I could hear little feet landing on the pellet stove exhaust pipe.

Carefully peaking out the window, I found my little wren removing pieces of grass from the nest in the pipe. He wasn't taking them to another nest, he was just flying to the fence or a branch and dropping them. Back and forth he went, stopping each time to sing and then remove a bit of the nest.

Maybe the missus didn't like the softness of the nest. Certainly there is enough dog hair hanging in the net on the fence, suitable for lining a nest.

Listening to him sing is really uplifting. He has so much enthusiasm and the song is so cheerful. What a nice musical interlude he gave me today.