Flying Wren
I’ve enjoyed the Wrens at Einar this year. They’ve been a joy. Their lives are led in a sheltered garden, full of bushes and small trees with long stone walls and plenty of food in crevices. It’s a different life out on the beach, where I find this Wren on a barbed wire fence:
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It’s on an exposed beach, with the sand blowing and waves roaring. I can see it taking food into a nest which is on the low cliff, tucked neatly under the overhanging turf. You don’t see many shots of flying Wrens, do you?
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And then it’s back, perched again, ready for another meal time. I wonder what life is like when your kids are hungry every two minutes and they go from hatching to leaving home in just over a fortnight. This Wren knows.
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Life must be a blur.