For the
past week, the wren parents have been frenetic during the day, both making
unceasing trips to the woods and back to find food for the chicks inside the
box. It is an interesting thing to watch; both leave, and the box becomes
instantly quiet. A few minutes pass, and one or both parents return, either
alighting on the box roof or the small branch just overhead. Regardless, no
sooner do they arrive then a small cacophony of chirping begins, insistent and
shrill. Mom or dad enters, and the sounds quiet to small peeps. Then the parent
emerges, and the whole thing begins anew.
On a
whim, I waited until both parents had departed, then I moved silently over to
the noiseless box. I reached up gently and tapped my finger on the roof, and
the chicks within started their calling.
Today
however, the box has been quiet all day. At some point yesterday or the day
before, the chicks must have fledged.
Notes:
Sundrops
and Evening Primrose in bloom
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