Well,
That cute peeping has quickly become non-stop-squawking. For the past several days, there has been a non- stop blaring barage of a birdy alarm system, alerting me that I am an intruder in my own studio..ey.
They have been spending a lot of time hopping around on my tire sculptures though, particularly the Tirespheres and other tire constructions of the Great Balls of Tire series, with their arching bows..
I was able to borrow a camera from Chana Meeks, as mine is broken :( sorry.
Where are Ma Dukes Wren and Pa Dukes Wren during all of this? As far as I can tell, they have decided that their job is over! "So long Sucker!" they said, as they hopped and soared out the window, towards canada for the Summer, leaving their peeping pups, with this beleagured sculptor, in the wake of a festival.
So I am left with these things...how is it?
Well fortunately for an unlikely surrogate parent like myself, it turns out that baby wrens grow up fast, like in about the course of an afternoon...
I found one perched on the edge of the stair landing, contemplating his plunge into adulthood...
Don't do it! I said. I ran to borrow Chana's camera, and by the time I got back, he was a Real Bird!
Of course, all this meant was that he was clinging pitifully and bat-like to the wall of the barbershop in the alley way below, eyeing me sort of both sheepishly and suspiciously, as if to say "......What?!"
Ah yes, Independence. I was reminded of a few short lived running away from home journey's of my own childhood, all the way down to the neighbor's house on the corner...(as they say "Just because you get out of Dodge...")
He let me pull a few of my studio's cobwebs off of his feet before flying on towards his Bird Destiny, whatever that will be...
One down, two more to go.
I found another clinging to the outside edge of a window that I leave cracked open, two stories up, above a busy street. This was quite pitiful. I didn't try to catch him, as I didn't want to scare him into doing anything stupid like flying down into the street.
So I just left him to figure it out, and eventually he was gone...
So finally there was just one little bird left, who sat perched on the handle of a closed window, crying to no one who cared, pretty much all day yesterday.
When I found him early this morning, in the exact same place, I resolved that when I got home from my tutoring job, I would help him find the door.
However, when I returned this afternoon, it seemed that he has found his own way also.
And thus, the din has subsided, for the time being, and I can get a little badly needed work done.
That cute peeping has quickly become non-stop-squawking. For the past several days, there has been a non- stop blaring barage of a birdy alarm system, alerting me that I am an intruder in my own studio..ey.
Now, in addition to the two Parent Wrens, those deftly flying darts, shutling spiders back and forth from the abandoned Hair Salon behind my studio, we have the arrival on the scene of three different bushy eye-browed, sleepy headed, awkward as all get out little yapper/crappers, who each look like a mini Grandpa Munster. Actually, they look more like unhappy, awkward teenagers who just woke up from a nap..
They have been spending a lot of time hopping around on my tire sculptures though, particularly the Tirespheres and other tire constructions of the Great Balls of Tire series, with their arching bows..
I was able to borrow a camera from Chana Meeks, as mine is broken :( sorry.
Where are Ma Dukes Wren and Pa Dukes Wren during all of this? As far as I can tell, they have decided that their job is over! "So long Sucker!" they said, as they hopped and soared out the window, towards canada for the Summer, leaving their peeping pups, with this beleagured sculptor, in the wake of a festival.
So I am left with these things...how is it?
Well fortunately for an unlikely surrogate parent like myself, it turns out that baby wrens grow up fast, like in about the course of an afternoon...
I found one perched on the edge of the stair landing, contemplating his plunge into adulthood...
Don't do it! I said. I ran to borrow Chana's camera, and by the time I got back, he was a Real Bird!
Of course, all this meant was that he was clinging pitifully and bat-like to the wall of the barbershop in the alley way below, eyeing me sort of both sheepishly and suspiciously, as if to say "......What?!"
Ah yes, Independence. I was reminded of a few short lived running away from home journey's of my own childhood, all the way down to the neighbor's house on the corner...(as they say "Just because you get out of Dodge...")
He let me pull a few of my studio's cobwebs off of his feet before flying on towards his Bird Destiny, whatever that will be...
One down, two more to go.
I found another clinging to the outside edge of a window that I leave cracked open, two stories up, above a busy street. This was quite pitiful. I didn't try to catch him, as I didn't want to scare him into doing anything stupid like flying down into the street.
So I just left him to figure it out, and eventually he was gone...
So finally there was just one little bird left, who sat perched on the handle of a closed window, crying to no one who cared, pretty much all day yesterday.
When I found him early this morning, in the exact same place, I resolved that when I got home from my tutoring job, I would help him find the door.
However, when I returned this afternoon, it seemed that he has found his own way also.
And thus, the din has subsided, for the time being, and I can get a little badly needed work done.
