The Ragtag Daily Prompt today was STALK
THE WREN I stalk him in the lilacs and round the poplar tree, that elusive little wren who sings so cheerfully. House sparrows, on the other hand, I toss them out some seed and they're my friends forever. They greet me eagerly. The little wren is patient; he waits the morn's first light to harvest on my doorstep the insects fried last night.
Many’s the time I’ve tried to get a look at the wrens in our yard and only saw a fluttering and movement in the leaves. But first thing in the morning, sure enough, here’s the wren cleaning off our deck, feasting on bugs that got too close to our porch light.
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I love the little poem! It’s really charming. I have sparrows all over and I just give them water. Sometimes I realize they go off on long jaunts because of the feathers that show up in their nests. Wild turkey, red-tail hawk, great-horned owl. They really amaze me.
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Glad you liked it. As I’ve mentioned, I gave my birds water all last summer — even though these English sparrows are terrible pests. You’re likely dealing with native sparrows there, or have the invaders reached you, too?
Wrens also gather all kinds of feathers in their messy nests. I see there are little desert wrens that make their home in cactuses.
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English sparrows are here, too. Most of what I see are house sparrows. No bird in its right mind hangs around here in winter. But sometimes I see chickadees. 🙂
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This is lovely Christine. They really are elusive little creatures but a joy to behold when one appears!
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And a joy to listen to all day long. 🙂 Thanks for your comment.
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A delightful poem! It was lovely to hear the birds out singing yesterday. I’m sure they are enjoying the reprieve from the cold.
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Yes, it was so spring-like! I could live with this — but I know this mild spell is only passing through. 🙂
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Unfortunately time is running out!
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Neat! My parents long for the days when their little wrens return to make a nest for their little ones. One of their favourite birds to catch a glimpse of for sure. Great poem, Christine.
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I’ve several wren houses up around this yard, but you gotta watch out. A wren will stuff any near, unused spot so no other bird can nest nearby. Thanks for your comment.
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This really is delightful!
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Thank you;. 🙂
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