Early in June, a pair of wrens decided to make a nest in the unlikely location of a large flower pot that sits on the patio of our third-floor condo. Never mind that flowers were already growing in the pot—they quickly burrowed out a place that assured they would be hidden from sight by my cascading lantana and miniature petunias. Both the male and female wren worked for several days to build the nest with small twigs, leaves, Spanish moss, and other suitable items they had found in the woods surrounding the parking lot. Then they left, which made us wonder if they had abandoned our patio for a better location, but I suppose they were off on a wren honeymoon somewhere instead.
The female returned about a week and a half later to lay her eggs—three tiny, brown-speckled ones. They were absolutely perfect, and I hoped with all my might that they would hatch out and be fine, healthy little birds. I began to feel invested in this process, even though I had nothing to do with it other than providing the container garden where this pair had nested. I wanted them to succeed in raising their young here beside us, because I felt like their presence was a good omen. They represented family and togetherness to me—a couple who could make decisions, work hard, overcome obstacles, and fulfill their individual destinies.
As a military spouse, I wanted to be just like that. I wanted to have the female wren’s strength and courage as she sat on her eggs and waited patiently for them to hatch, even though it meant spending a lot of time alone. I wanted the male wren’s industriousness as he supported his mate with food and beautiful songs every morning. This pair continued to teach me lesson upon lesson by how they lived and worked together to accomplished their goal.
After two weeks of incubation, the baby wrens hatched out of their delicate shells. I rejoiced right along with the couple as they sang to their new brood and made countless trips to find food for them. Mother Nature accomplishes so many things all around us that we barely even notice; yet, these small acts of service and love are truly the model for living a balanced, harmonious life, as my wren family has demonstrated so delightfully. Blessed Be.