Little Jenny Wren flew down into the garden....

I was out and about in the garden when I spotted a Wren flitting between the pots. They seem to like to move around between the plants picking up insects. I must have quite a few bugs in my hanging baskets as it spent quite sometime in this one.
The male will build several nests and allow the female to choose which one she likes. She will then line the nest with feathers and lay four or five white eggs speckled with red or brown spots.
I'm used to calling them Jenny Wrens but they can be called Bobby, Kitty or Sally as well as a number of different names throughout the UK.
The plumage varies widely and where species have been isolated the ' variation has become fixed'. For example in Scotland not only do we have the typical wren but there are now sub species in St Kilda where the wren is greyer above and white underneath and Shetland and Fair Isle where they have darker plumage.

Wrens appear in folklore and in poems like Sing a song a six pence. They are thought to bring lucky or bad luck if you were to kill one. It is said to be the King of the birds in one of Aesops tales when it jumps on the back of an Eagle and flies the highest.
The fairy queen would take on the form of a wren to move around unnoticed.

I'm very pleased to have them in the garden as they also sing beautifully, very loud for such a tiny bird.