Brush With A Wren

Frosty and misty this morning. I got indistinct shots of a muntjac in the garden, the geese on the lake and mallards in the air. As I walked back through the disused large block of aluminium glasshouses I spotted this wren sitting on an old tool carrier. That wire brush should have been given the heave-ho long ago like so much other stuff that MrQ refuses to part with.