A wren can live anywhere. I had a very determined one on Rabbitville Road, who kept building her nest in my gas grill. I finally gave up, and didn't cook out that summer. One also built a nest in a pile of sticks on the patio by my studio. She often perched on the fence outside the windows and sang and, I thought, peeked in to see what I was doing in my nest. We had lovely conversations, but I was frequently scolded for coming too near her territory when I came and went. Now miles away, and shaking off the cold, I opened the back door of my car the other day and realized the reason for some of those scoldings...she had built a nest in the spare wheel that is attached to the back of my car! Nesting season was over and the nest had been empty, but here was a sweet little remembrance of my old place and my little wren companion. Bits of sticks and that lovely moss that carpeted my woods were carefully patched into a nursery and a sweet memory. What a lovely going away present...
Wren on a Pansy Nest |
2 comments:
Beautiful.
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