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Wrens In My Boot

If you were a  wren making a nest on my porch, where would you put it? Inside the spacious bird house? Nestled in the planter filled with twigs? Or inside my hiking boot?


Why the boot, of course. We all need to reduce our carbon footprint.

The wren laid six eggs and broke one. The wren-home still seemed pretty crowded to me but what do I know?



Since the mama wren did not allow photographs of her sitting on the eggs, I'll fill the incubation period with some wren facts.

The daddy wren builds several nests prior to wooing his mate. When he has finished construction he takes his female companion on a nest tour. She picks the one she likes best and moves in.

The mama wren sits on the eggs while the daddy wren guards the air space. (That last fact did not come from an ornithologist but from personal experience. Each time I tried to creep up on mama with my camera the daddy bird swooped in from outside the porch and mama flew into my face.)

When the eggs hatch, the male and female zoom in and out of the nest bringing plump grubs and succulent insects to the young 'uns. They sing at the top of their lungs while they work. Proud parents.

Here are the babies right after they'd hatched.
 


And here they are a week later.

 


Soon after the final picture was taken I came home to an empty nest. I cleaned out my boot and that was that.

 


 

Comments

Okay, now that is just about the coolest thing ever. And oh my gosh...how fast they grew up!
Thanks, Kate. The babies are so pretty after they grow into their eyes!
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