And when for their abodes they seek
An opportune recess,
The hermit has no finer eye
For shadowy quietness.
These find, ‘mid ivied abbey-walls,
A canopy in some still nook;
Others are pent-housed by a brae
That overhangs a brook.
~ From Wordsworth’s, A Wren’s Nest
So here’s a sketch of a Carolina wren (Thryothorus ludovicianus) and some English ivy (Hedera helix). The wrens are common where I live, but the ivy isn’t [unless it's a houseplant, etc.].
I often hear these guys fussing one another in the backyard. They sound like this.
Here’s a pretty little Youtube to enjoy in keeping with the wren theme:
Apparently, Jenny Wren was a character in Dickens’ last novel, Our Mutual Friend. Not being a fan of Dickens in the slightest, I of course had no idea.
There are other stories/traditions/myths involving the wren [St. Stephen's Day/Hunting the Wren, the story of the wren hitching a ride on an eagle's back to become the King of All Birds, etc.] that I’m not entirely up to documenting today. Besides, if I spent all my time surfing up interesting tidbits, I’d never get anything done — and god knows, I’ve got plenty to do.
A mess of wrens took up in one of our bluebird boxes. I was peering in the hole, hoping to see a chick or something, when a wren darted out, missing my head by inches!
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Comment on September 14th, 2007.
S’funny. I put out a wren house in my yard, only to have English sparrows invade it instead. Once I had a family of wrens nesting in a corner of my back porch over a period of a few years. They were eventually evicted by a pair of Eastern Screech Owls.