I spent some time yesterday just before dusk fell watching one of our resident garden wrens. She (I'm assuming because the only differential is wing size, the male being larger, and without another to compare with this is obviously hard), was very busily hopping about under a garden spade looking for insects.
Often mistakenly thought to be the UK's smallest bird (that prize goes to the Firecrest & Goldcrest), wrens are often hard to see because they spend so much of their time hopping about in the undergrowth. They don't really come to garden feeders and are more apparent by their voice- truly melodic and enormous for such a tiny person. They are one of my favourite birds and I can find myself easily entranced when watching them.
Last summer we had a nestful cleverly hidden somewhere in the garden. Mummy wren brought three very noisy children to the patio in due course where they sat on the fence shouting at each other and at her. They looked like little round balls of cotton wool with sticks stuck in for tails :o)
Did you know that wrens often roost together at night, although they are solitary by day? The greatest number ever found roosting together in a bird box over winter was 63! I have only once witnessed this unlikely flocking behaviour when, very soon after dawn one morning, I watched 20 emerge from their sleeping place and fly off in different directions.
Isn't it amazing to think what goes on in nature right under our noses?
Incidentally, the nickname Jenny Wren is an ancient one that goes back at least to Medieval times, and therefore probably further still. She's mentioned by Shakespeare and later by Dickens.
In other news, I am beavering away with Phyllis creating lots of lovely new things with my ginormous stash of fabric :o)
Today's offerings include a tote shopping bag made from some half-price fabric I got at Cath Kidston. I've a green version of this that I bought in a sale years ago and I use it all the time, so I modeled this one on that. It's made from her strong, heavy-duty material so should work well as a bag. I'm Quite Chuffed with it, even if I do say so myself :o)
I also made a sewing machine cover for Phyllis and another smaller bag which I'm going to turn into a drawstring for bits and bobs out of the left over material....
I've got a third project on the go too, but I can't tell you about it because it's a surprise for M for Valentine's Day and I don't want him to see it before then, so: shhhhhh!
I'll leave you with Miss Poppy who has a shiny new orange and green collar because her old one was getting pretty grim. She has renewed her tendancy to work as an unpaid dentist for Ted, licking his teeth whenever the opportunity arises. This is despite his grumbles and our admonishments. JRs are completely unbothered about being told off on the whole I find. She'll squirm for a few seconds if M remonstrates with her over her misdemeanors, tucking her tail under her bottom and sliding along the ground with her tummy on the floor, then when she thinks she's done enough grovelling she just goes straight back to whatever it was she was doing before.
Incidentally, did you see the UK county by county map for the most popular dog breeds yesterday? Labs came top in our area and JRs were second. Teddy was most put-out that Westies were no where to be seen but L told him there was more value in scarcity, and then wrapped him up in some wolf fabric I bought him yesterday so Ted felt a lot better :o)
Hope everyone is well?