As she spent the past couple of weeks sitting on her nest, Mrs. Wren has become accustomed to having me around, while I make trips into the greenhouse during the day. I always say, "Hello, Mrs. Wren." to announce my presence. Her nest is WAY back inside the pot, beside a large bag of perlite. (Photographing the eggs, and now the babies, requires coordinated simultaneous use of both my camera AND a flashlight.)
The babies are so tiny, mostly naked with fuzzy down feathers on their heads and backs. They grow so fast ... it seems like a miracle. I hope to get out there multiple times per day to do the best I can to document the process.
