Sunday July 16th 2023, 8:40 pm
Filed under: Wildlife

It was 8:19 and sunset was officially at 8:30 when I started towards the door to see if my tomatoes and latest batch of apricot seedlings needed watering after the heat of the day but I saw and stopped just in time.

There was my little Bewick’s wren doing its nightly dust bath with great vigor.

So I stopped, as I always do, and watched it dance. My phone was nowhere near and I didn’t want to disturb it, but one of these days I hope to catch a video of this: every way a bird can move, it does. Tossing diving jumping flinging.

It flew at last to the top of the wooden box, with a small cloud trailing in its wake. There it did a big shake that tossed out a round cloud like a halo of light against the darkening sky before making a clean break for the tart cherry tree nearby.

And in that moment it instantly had a name, honorable if a not very dignified one.


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Yes! That’s it!

Comment by ccr in MA 07.17.23 @ 5:35 am

Oh, absolutely!

Comment by DebbieR 07.17.23 @ 7:35 am

Alison, the Bewick’s Wren has a beautiful song. Have you heard it yet?

Comment by Janet Pohl 07.18.23 @ 11:22 pm

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