A couple of weeks ago, we noticed that our little wren, which had been flirting about all over the garden for a couple of weeks, had not returned to her baby chicks . By now, it was about 7pm and we were getting a bit concerned. Help from the internet told us that sometimes the nest is left for a while by the parents in the hope that the chicks will leave the nest and also that towards twilight the chicks would stop chirping and go asleep. We checked about 9.30pm and sure enough, all was quiet. Sigh of relief.
The next morning, about 7.00am the chicks were madly chirping and there was no sign of our wren. We phoned Staffordshire Wildlife Trust, who said they would get someone to call and check the nest and if necessary take the chicks away for care at their centre. In the meantime, it would be beneficial to try and feed the chicks with small caterpillars, spiders and the like!! Whilst my husband rushed off to the pet shop to buy some mealy worms, I scouted round for caterpillars, but found only one, as they had to be very small ones.
During his absence, one of the little chicks fell from the nest. I managed to put it in a shoe box, but sadly this one did not survive.
Peter was quite successful in locating the nest entrance, finding two baby wrens and feeding them mealy worms, no small feat.
The man from Staffordshire Wildlife Trust collected the nest about 11.30am and took it away to their centre, saying that we had done a good job in keeping the survivors alive, adding that we could check on their progress tomorrow, which we did and they had both survived the night and were doing well.
I wrote this little poem in remembrance:-
and here is a photo, albeit not a good one, of the chicks
Be back soon.