(1) The Wren
(2) The Wren
(3) That Boot
There I was, doing what I enjoy most of all, 'walking', when I came across a boot on top of a gate post. Thoughts came to mind, was there another one nearby? Would it be possible that they were my size? The sole and heel looked in good condition, maybe just maybe. These thoughts were shattered when a wee Wren alighted on the gate and disappeared in to the upturned boot.
Some birds will nest in the strangest of places, like the swallows in the ex -fishing boat at Ettrick Bay, to ones that nest inside engine compartments of cars and tractors, to another pair of wrens that made use of a hastily abandoned carpet over a fence post at the start of the Chapelton Woods just past Barone Park farm, and a pair of Wagtails that brought up a family inside the cover of an outboard motor which was attached to a boat and was used often.
Well this wee Wren made my day, it completely ignored me, so I sat down to have a drink of water and a sarnie and watched it and perhaps it's mate feeding their brood, which going by the time of year it could have been their second family that they were bringing up, and this year is something similar with us having a warm and dry March it persuaded the birds that summer was here, which in itself can cause problems if the weather gets very cold after a warm spell there could be a severe shortage of food, resulting in the parents abandoning the nest full of chicks, which I remember happening one year, with nest boxes on Bute having up to 14 wee Bluetits awaiting their parents returning with food , which never arrived. A very sad year indeed.
Back to the story.
The weather being great and plenty for them to eat is ideal for them to have a second brood and plenty of other species were doing the same. This feeding of the chicks and of me, my face went on for about 15 minutes, then it was time to go on my travels as I was not required, indeed it was as though I was not there.
The Wren as we now know it was called on days gone by a Jenny Wren, and I often wonder what the male was called? Perhaps Jimmy? no we called both sexes Jenny for some unknown reason, perhaps it was just a pet name, or at the same time we also had another Wren which was called a 'Golden Crested Wren', which was then decided that it was a species in its own right and was renamed 'Goldcrest', this in turn stopped confusion as to what was a Wren and what was not.
Well there was not another boot in sight, and the single one was far too small for me. If there was another, and they were the right size, do you think that I would have tipped out the little chicks on to the ground and made off with the boots ???
First Published in the Buteman 22-06-2012
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