Hungry Wrens

This precious little baby is part of a family of 5 wrens that have built an amazingly lovely and functional nest in a potted plant near the backdoor leading to the porch. It's a lively, vibrant contrast to the wilted, dying mother-in-law tongue plant that occupies the rest of the space. The 3 teeny hatchlings are only a few days old, and their largest attribute is their mouths, which they open wide in anticipation of the worms and bugs my eyes often catch the parents carrying to them in their own beaks. Often I feel guilty when I walk through the door and onto the porch, b/c the hungry babies mistake my noise for the sounds of a yummy lunch delivery. I'm amazed at how loud they cry when letting Mom and Dad know exactly where their hungry little mouths are! The babies should take well over two weeks to gain its first efforts of independence, so I'll try to watch them grow as best I can without causing the feathered family any trouble or stress. You can sorta see in this picture if you look closely how undeveloped its features are, so it is very new indeed. What a trusting couple of expectant parents to hand pick (so to speak) this meager, sad-looking little plant with almost no cover to build its nest! Then there are the big, noisy, clumsy-acting humans passing by and by and by what is quite possibly the most important task of their entire lives, the perfectly constructed home filled with life, life which they created so that it can all happen again next year. Springtime is just the happiest season of all! jody