The Tale of Christopher Wren

Christopher's nestAmazing to relate: our little wren, Christopher, who has sung all summer trying to found a family, seems at last to have one.  He built a nest in the tit box above the oil tank, and for weeks now he has filled the air with piercing song.  In vain, or so we all thought.  But today we saw a faecal sac being removed from the nest site and we are thrilled to watch the comings and goings.  There was a someone for him, someone who answered his cry for companionship and urge to provide for the future. This is a good garden, he called; these are good people, who feed us all year, and feed us plentifully too. My nest is warm, dry and well sheltered, camouflaged by rugosa roses. Life will be gorgeous. Yes, the wind will soon be shaking our ears but there is always hope.

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