30 Days Wild can be a joyous thing. But today, my moment is a sad one. Because a fixture of our home and garden has been lost forever…When I got home this evening I went for my usual stroll round the garden. This is generally a pleasurable activity, but tonight there was a shock in store. Namely this:
What you are looking at here I’m sad to say is the remains of two nests. Yes, our Martin/Wren nest has come to the end of its life.
The nest has been there since we moved in, and used by a Wren for at least that time. I first wrote about it back in 2013, and earlier this year detailed the trauma we went through with a number of losses from the nest.
There’s no reason to assume foul play, the chances are this old nest has finally just dropped from the eaves. Fortunately it was empty at the time, although the male Wren has been singing as if he fancied getting a second brood in.
It does give us the chance to stand in amazement at how much material was crammed into the space of a large mug.
You’ve no real scale there, but that’s about 10-15 cm across, a thick bundle of grass, moss, and feathers. I’m glad our lawn is so mossy, the wren has obviously made good use of it.
It’s harder to see the Martin’s nest bits, they largely disintegrated into powder when they hit the ground.
I will sign off with a couple of images from moments past that this nest has given us.