Walking the dogs the other day I came across a male who had a female visitor checking out his digs. He flew in with twigs while she chattered and hopped around. I went back out with my camera a short while later but she was gone, leaving him to sing and dash about from branch to branch. He eventually settled down with an ant snack.
|House wren with ant.|
I moved around to the front of the house where another wren was busy stocking his next box with twigs.
He was tireless, bringing stick after stick and shoving them into the opening.
He seems to have a bit of an issue with spacial relations....
I was impressed with his energy.
I sat and watched him for 10 minutes or so, then went back to work myself.