There was an almighty racket in the garden. It could only be a wren. The tiny songsters have a voice far too big for their size, and their song is incredibly rich and varied. This, though, was a persistent, juvenile cheep, at a volume that seemed impossible for a baby bird little bigger than a walnut. I needed only to turn my head, though, to see the culprit, perched on the fence and demanding to be fed.
Grabbing the camera, I snapped a few pictures, then put out some food…high enough so that Ani wouldn’t get it. She has taken to eating birdfood, given half a chance, and whether it is scraps…which okay, I could have given her… or the meal-worm fat balls, she doesn’t care. She’ll eat almost anything.
The youngster, his beak still wide and yellow with youth, pottered around for a bit having breakfast, then flew into next-door’s garden. I went back to the desk and to work. I could still hear him cheeping. That’s loud, for one so small, I thought. Then there was a fluttering and, that’s really loud… I turned my head, fingers still poised over the keys, expecting to see the bird at the open garden door, just as my juvenile robin had been last year. There was no sign, just the loud chirping…. and Ani looking at me very confused. I turned back to the PC… and the baby wren was sitting on the keyboard, cheeping away!
He looked at me, I looked at him…we both panicked. He must have been very surprised. I was only worried Ani would take matters into her own paws…and the intruder into her teeth. She may be good with baby birds, but she’s not seen one on my desk before… Nor, for that matter, have I. A quick flutter and I shooed him back outside, with Ani paying way too much attention for my peace of mind. He sat on the shed, probably getting his breath, while I bounced with quiet joy at the brief encounter.