From my indoor perch I’ve been watching a pair of house wrens hour after hour making furious sorties from the birdhouse suspended from our larch tree, in search of food for what I presume is a brood of wee offspring.
The parents are relentless in their mission, darting in and out. I figure they resemble any human couple getting a handle on a round-the-clock feeding schedule for their newborn.
My wife and I know how tiring that loving challenge can be, and we salute Mr. and Mrs. Wren for their devotion. We also wish them a good night’s sleep!
The Jersey Birder 