So when had this wren lay soem eggs in our shed a few weeks back.
We watched as the bird incubated the clutch and then peeked in on them once they hatched.
It was a nice little view of nature for the boys.
Earlier this week I noticed that the chicks had gotten so big that they were essentially pushing one another out of the nest.
It would soon be time to fly I thought.
Then Wednesday I went into the shed to get the charcoal to fire up the grill for burgers and all hell broke loose.
Apparently the chicks had ventured out of the nest and were investiagting their surroundings until I spooked them getting the charcoal.
The chicks flew into the walls in all directions and dropped to the floor.
Three of them fell behind junk I thought they may never find a way back out of because of the cramped quarters.
I watched a confused mother wren come back to the nest with a worm to find her chicks gone.
And then I watched her bounce about the shed looking for her babies.
I felt bad so I grabbed a broom and swept the floor, then started humping junk out of the shed to give the chicks some space. Of course this scared the shit out of them and they began sending out chirping calls of distress.
Suddenly I found myself surrounded by a family of birds flying around me, zooming through my legs, bumping into me and basically just general chaos.
I managed to huddle three of the five into an empty corner and then left for a few minutes.
I came back to find that mom must have rescued two of them and was on her way ot the third when - once again -
I startled and scared them.
The third chick flew across the deck to the other side, hit the brick wall and then slide down and to cover under the deck.
I heard him chirping under there an hour os so later.
I'm not sure if he ever reconnected with the family.
I tried to help but felt I'd only made matters worse.
