I’ve not been out birding or mothing lately. Too busy with painting to get out and its been way too cold for any mothy adventures. Too bad, but KT spotted this lovely bird furtively creeping around in the weedy undergrowth that we call our back yard this afternoon – a Winter Wren! Common enough, but they are pretty rare in our highly urban space. Starved of photo ops for at least three days I thought I’d better get out there with the camera and start pishing. Didn’t take long for the inquisitive ball of feathers to dive in to see what’s going on.
Now, I’m a huge fan of wrens – all wrens. I’ve been lucky to see a big chunk of them over the years. Indeed, I seem to get more every year with all the splitting that’s been going on of late – not that I’m complaining or anything, perish the though! I’m a splitter through and through if it seems reasonable. However, I do have a massive soft spot for the humble Winter Wren. A tiny bird with a remarkably loud and musical song. It delights in cryptically foraging in the darkest and dampest recesses of the forests it lives in. On migration though it has to take what it can get and when forced to make a landfall in downtown Toronto an unkempt garden such as ours is actually pretty good habbo for such a sprite. Happy to oblige for a few hours…
A few more pix of the wren.
I have to say it was not easy to get these photos. It was way dark and as I never use a flash I had to crank up the ISO and shoot slow. It’s just a matter of taking lots and hoping for few!