Thursday, July 22, 2010

Birds of the Air

Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add one cubit to his span of life? (Matthew 6:26-27, RSV-CE)

A Carolina Wren has nested in the hanging pot of begonias. She perches on the flag pole looking this way and that, and when she deems it safe, she flies into the pot with a grub or worm. The little baby wrens chirp impatiently.

Next to the hanging basket is a hummingbird feeder. The reason why I had hung the basket there was to attract the hummingbirds to begin with. Begonias in their bright red flowers call out to hummers.

One side benefit to having the wren is that she has managed to control the hummer population. Battles for supremacy have not been a nuisance this year. Oh, there's the occasional braggadocio who thinks he's King Hummer. But Mama Wren, perched as she does on the flagpole, by her presence has subdued these unruly garden denizens.

I quite like not being dive-bombed by the little hoverers. Someday, the baby wrens will be big enough to fly away. It will be a treat to watch Mama Wren teach them to fly.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So those hummingbirds won't bother you so much when you're deadhing? ;-) But yes, watching a mama bird care for her nest of fledglings is always enjoyable and touching.