I woke up this morning with the intention of getting some gardening done in the cool early hours. My herb garden is in dire need of weeding and I figured I'd spend a couple of hours outside wrestling it into some sort of order before I settled in to get some work done on the computer.
After about 45 minutes of work I was beginning to see some results (I told you, dire need). It was nice out, the birds were singing and the yard was full of hummingbirds coming to the feeders. I found myself thinking, gee, maybe I will actually get everything done...
Alas, twas not to be. I had noticed a pair of Carolina wrens fussing at me from their perch in the apple tree. Didn't think much of it, wrens just seem to like to fuss. It wasn't until my husband stopped by with some moths he wanted me to photograph that we discovered why the wrens were so agitated.
My husband discovered Junior here in the tall grass near where I was weeding.
Wrens may be tiny, but they're fiesty little birds. At first we thought to move the baby out into the yard closer to the adult birds. Junior would have none of that! He scurried and scuttled and pecked at us when we tried to catch him.
So, in the end, I gave up my weeding and came into the house. Baby wrens grow fast and it won't hurt a thing if my garden stays weedy a couple more days :)