Mumeeeeeee!

The nursery has been full of bumbling fledglings today. I shot a fluffy robin teetering on a wire under the oak tree and Jazzy dog flushed a young thrush that was going for a walk in the long grass. It struggled to get airborne.

My wrens have fledged and were all tweeting from the disused packing shed. Why do fledglings tweet so? It gives away their position to predators and camerawomen. :) An adult was encouraging the brood with its harsh cry.

As a child of the fifties I remember the farthing. A coin that was a quarter of a penny in value. I loved the wren that was on the reverse. It was the coin that had the smallest value in the realm. The wren was chosen as it was thought by many that it is the smallest British bird. Sort of strange that knowledge about wildlife was not as widespread as it is today. Goldcrests and firecrests are smaller but not as widely seen. Wrens get absolutely everywhere, the darlings. Shame we didn't have Springwatch in the fifties.