Her off tune ratcheting warns me... That my piegon toed walk
has me stumbling into someone else's lair.
It's my barn - her home, stuffed between old gouged out rafters
supporting empty mason jars... Now suited as a nest of twigs and twilled up peices of my hair.
You know she's protecting her brood, perched one nervous yard away,
looking stern and harsh right at me - more than not will change my mood. It's the ywo of us protecting land and beam.
She's queen over her domain, and lets me know, that I've intruded
on a wren ! The quirk in her chatter bids me a hurried retreat....
It's better served that I don't ever come this way again !
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done a wonderful job of getting across a mama wren's irrascibility. She WILL protect her brood! You had BETTER get outta her way!
I love their chitchat; I love their sandpapery, fuss-budgety curses (for lack of a better description); I love the way they greet spring with song. Thank you so much for reminding me how much company they
are {whether they want to be, or not} and what fine examples they set
by being true year after year to their spouses and workin' like it's
goin' outta style.
"Ratcheting" is perfect.
Whole scene!!
x:)x Phyllis x:)x
I've been buzzed like a dive bomber by a nesting Mockingbird who has taken residence
within the Oak tree that occupies the front of my house.....
thought that was kool
Peace be with you
William
their bird songs are so sweet...
Painted Gourds & Pine Limbs
Vickie
Ron