I went to my spot with the nesting House Wrens to get some more shots. I was doing good, they were showing off, singing and posing, when all of a sudden a big nasty Northern Flicker dropped in for a morning omelette.
The Wrens went nuts, instantly attacking it. It's the first time I've heard their danger call. The Flicker was on the far side of the tree most of the time, so I didn't get any decent shots, but I saw one wren fly at it and heard the thump from behind the tree and that flicker left for parts unknown in a hurry. I guess the little wren flew right into it as a last desparate attempt to drive it off, and it worked.
A few minutes later it's like it never happened, they were back to singing and sitting on eggs.
He's just checking out the scenery...
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Singing his little heart out...
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He sees the flicker land on his tree...
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Mr. Nasty Himself...
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Both Wrens were on the attack. This is just before I heard the thump...
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The mate, ready to help...
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Talking it over after the woody left...
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And it's back to incubating eggs...
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