A wren's nest

The old coal shed at the rectory, that has not had coal in it for many a year, has a door that will not quite shut.  The hinges have become bent - and the roof leaks a bit as well.  We hardly use it, for obvious reasons.  One day, I expect, it will get a new door and a new roof, and it will be a useful garden store.  In the meantime, it is occupied by nature, for it provides shelter for many little creatures. The door is about three or four feet from the kitchen window, so we can see what is going on whilst washing up or chopping vegetables.

Two years ago robins nested inside, but moved to a new nest box at the bottom of the garden in 2020.  We were rather hoping that they might return to the coal shed this year, but a wren seems to have got there before them.  Over the past few days he has been zipping in and out with nest material - though we know that we cannot count our chickens quite yet.  All the books tell us that it is just the male wren that builds the nest, and he builds more than one, then he allows the female to choose which one she fancies.  So, we must wait and see.

If one works on the principle that location is all that matters we should be alright, because the wrens usually nest in the wall in the front garden and this appears to be a superior dwelling, but who knows how she will feel or how many nests this amorous wren will build before she will be happy.   We remain hopeful!

John Mann