Well, I missed the baby Wrens first flight.

But, it was a bitter sweet first flight. I was inside and looking
through the open window. I saw one of the babies underneath a chair, it was dead

. One of the other babies hopped over and tried to get the little one to move. Than, mamma came flying in and tried feeding it and tried to get it to move, also. She started to made her distress call and moving around on my chair. She came up and landed on the top of the back of the chair and just looked at me, like help me

. I told her there was nothing I could do and I was so sorry

. Yeah, I know, she couldn't understand a word I was saying; I just felt so sad for her. I think, the baby just fell out of the house and banged it's head on the porch.
The sweet part is, the other two were doing fine, and mamma had to move on to take care of them.
Debating whether to keep the bird house up or take it down and keep it down. But, if I keep it down, I know I'll miss watching and listening to the Wrens. I help them with building their nests. When they can't get the twigs through the wires/cage, I'll pick them up, set them in the hole, and when she gets back she'll take them in. It's so cute to see the twigs disappear. So, I don't know what I'm gonna do
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