The Wren by Julie Meikle and Mel reeves

Submitted by: Julie M.

Waking up early on in the first lockdown we became aware of the cacophony of birdsong during the dawn chorus. There was a pair of wrens in the garden, and we would sit and watch them going about their busy lives, nest building and raising their young without a care that there was a pandemic. We absolutely loved them…. except at 4.30 in the morning when they would sit outside our bedroom window and sing their tiny hearts out!!