Wren Amid the Sparrows
There is a little sedge wren,
that's the first to come each day.
To partake of our bird feeder,
while birdie search and play.
The hungry horde of sparrows,
is a very skittish lot.
They fly off in a moment,
not wanting to get caught.
The wren is not so skittish,
he eats amid the rest.
But he's not so quick to fly off,
he knows he's our guest.
And it's sad to see the,
white winged dove,
with its broken leg.
It hobbles about and,
ruffles its feathers,
I hope it survives,
this injury it weathers.
In the warm afternoon,
the wren comes around,
working the grass,
for morsels to be found.
First, I see his little head,
and then he pops up,
from driving down deep,
like an appointment to keep.
It makes me wonder,
if he has a mate.
but it's early spring,
and not too late.
Soon, he will fly off,
to northern climes.
But I will remember,
his morning dines.
Now the house finch,
as arrived from further south.
Cycling the seasons,
from beak to mouth.
Copyright 2013 © Ronald W. Hull
3/13/16
Update: Two weeks later, the single
wren has been joined by a half dozen
more after he got the word out.
The white winged dove with the
broken leg is still coming to the
ground below the feeder and driving
off other doves from his favorite spot.
The feeder is also visited by white
collared seedeaters from Central America,
house finches and our resident pairs
of cardinals and bluejays. Our
mockingbirds don't seem to like birdseed.
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Besides the normal birds for this northern climate,I find the crows to be the most interesting and, quite frankly, so smart! They recognize the fact that I am the one who will feed them! Do you find the same?
Regis
I love your wren and friends. Beauty of the wrens singing.
There are two doves at the feeder now. Hope for the
dove with the broken leg.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
but at our house, I think the squirrels eat more birdseed than the birds.
Michael D.