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Wrens always strike me as wonderfully twitchy little wind-up figures. Can you feel the energy stored up in this little bit of #Wrensday clockwork?
Photo of a small, round bird with a grey breast and a brown back and wings standing in right-facing profile, turned away from us but looking up and off to eir right with clear-eyed focus and intensity. E has a whitish-grey eyebrow stripe above that focused eye, and a thin, slightly decurved bill that pokes out like a record needle or very long carraway seed. Eir legs, thin brown stems with tiny talons, are planted firmly apart on the top of the silver railing of chain-link fencing on which e sits, eir speckled brown tail held pertly out behind em for balance so that, aligned with eir gaze and bill, e is like a little arrow pointing to three o'clock. This little bird is the so-called Bewick's wren, and you can almost feel the precision of eir borbed-up energy in eir stance, a little figure of feathery clockwork wound and ready to throw back eir head and sing, sing, sing.
#wrensday
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