In Weymouth, England, I saw this plump little wren performing to all who were prepared to listen.
“ ….. “
(“Ready when you are, maestro?”)
“O mio babbino caro…”
(“O my dearest father”)
“…mi piace, è bello bello”
(“I adore him, he’s so gorgeous”)
“…vo’andare in Porta Rossa, a comperar l’anello!”
(“I want to go to Porta Rossa to buy the ring!”)
“..mi struggo e mi tormento..”
(“I am pining and tormented”)
“O Dio! Vorrei morir!”
(“Oh God, I would want to die!”)
“Babbo, pietà, pietà!”
(“Father, have mercy, have mercy!”)
“ ………….. “
(“You can applaud now”)
OK, that was a bit of anthropomorphic whimsy, but you can see why I have a soft spot for wrens despite their drab colouring. The Eurasian wren (Troglodytes troglodytes) is one of the smallest of a large family of wrens, all the other members of which live in the Americas. Despite the name, the family is not related to Australia’s fairy wrens. The Eurasian wren is largely insectivorous, and its taxonomic name of troglodytes doesn't reflect that they are hunch-backed cave-dwellers, but rather that wrens sometimes poke around in nooks and crannies for their next meal.
Wrens have a very loud voice for their size, but you don’t need to be big to sing Pucchini’s classic, as this link shows.
North Sydney – my home suburb – holds Sydney’s second largest CBD. However its parks and bushland areas, and those of neighbouring councils such as Willoughby, host a surprising variety of native flora and fauna. These bush areas are maintained by dedicated council staff, often working with local resident volunteers.