There are not just one, but two pairs of wrens nesting in the wood stack at the bottom of the garden. They’re very shy, and don’t venture out if I’m in that part of the garden, but they don’t seem to realise that I’m there if I am working in the greenhouse with the door shut, so I spent quite some time watching them flying in and out this afternoon. I love wrens – I know that strictly speaking they are not rare, but they are sufficiently unusual here for me to be delighted that they are in residence. And they have to be the smallest and cutest birds.
Luckily it appears to have warmed up a bit, and the log baskets and the store at the side of the house are all full, so we won’t need to disturb them. I wouldn’t let that happen anyway.