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Miss Jenny Wren fluffs her feathers. She hunkers down. She makes a home. Four tiny eggs nestle within the curve of the wreath on my studio door. Her soft belly coaxes four new lives. She has knitted with twigs and stray string scraps. She has created a refuge tucked under the words faith, hope and love.
Miss Jenny is me.
Miss Jenny reminds me to peep out of my studio and let you know I too have eggs in the incubator. I’m darn tooting excited as I create a studio you can call your photography home. First, I do hereby solemnly declare, by Miss Jenny Wren and all avian powers that be, to regularly post on this blog. Second, I duly promise to post more pictures and less complete sentences. Third, as I wiggle my blogging tail feathers, I’ll may ask you for ideas and invite guest writers. Fourth, I will create an idea guide for the many artists you might consider for your event. Lastly, on my honor I will do my best to…keep you informed of additions including my blossoming portrait garden, new principle photographers and community photography events.
Perhaps Miss Jenny is an angel wearing a bird suit as her disguise and perhaps, Jenny is just a bird. I choose to believe she’s the former.
love,
amy
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hmmmmmmm I think that’s some sort of sparrow … will check the book. Ms. Sally Sparrow maybe??.
The darn cowbird is a native species and that sort of parasitic behavior is natural. I’d still remove and fry the egg.
The picture is amazing now matter what you call it.
I woke up this morning and thought of the birds. Bill, I loved reading your reasoning behind not messing with Mama Nature. The cowbird reminded me of the invasive purple loosestrife and butterfly bush. Which reminds me to chop that bush right out of my garden. I decided to go with saving the three little ones.
Sounds like you’ve already decided, Amy, but no easy decisions, here. I think that, overall, humankind has intervened quite a lot (intentionally and otherwise) in the daily dealings of mother nature and I have to question some of the things we do that relate to that.
My inclination would be, as difficult as it would be to witness such a thing, to let nature take its course. The action you take here could have unforeseen and unintended repercussions later on for both bird families. For example, what if the mother wren, upon seeing a cowbird egg in her nest, abandons the nest altogether and builds another? In that case, you would be saving the births of the wrens, but without anyone to feed them, they would starve. I don’t know what happens, since I know little or nothing about birds, but I’m just suggesting that nature does not necessarily follow our expectations or expect/desire what we consider our generosity.
Oh dear. In the early morning hours I now have an ethical dilemma. The day’s to do list just grew.
Nice shot of that little nest on your front door! Soft light and depth of field. Can’t wait to see what hatches in the studio, but in the nest, my naturalist friend tells me the one large egg is a cowbird egg and will dominate the nest when the little wren hatches them, so beware….Jenny Wren has some of nature’s trickery in her nest, those nasty cowbirds. Oh no and it all sounded so great…but blog away…..Jenny Wren surely is an angel if she hatches another birds eggs, possibly sacrificing hers. Wanna’ write a children’s book?about Jenny Wren? Sounds like it could be a story…Good luck with the Studio Project..keep shooting! Your images are fabulous.
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http://www.sialis.org/cowbirds.htm