I was in the edge of the woods, looking for squirrels for a potential Brunswick Stew when I was thoroughly chastised by a Carolina wren. The wren flew to a nearby bush, checking for spiders (their favorite meal). He pecked here and there and found a few, I think. Then he saw me. He was not pleased. I guess he thought I might be looking for spiders myself, and I was, but not to eat.
The wren let out a series of “chit, chit, chit, chit” calls, flew even closer to me and let me have it again.
These small but boisterous birds are always fond of brush. In fact, keeping a brush pile in your yard is a great way of encouraging wrens to take up residence. They like things a little messy, but they don’t like humans horning in on their territory.
“Chit, chit, chit, chit. Why don’t you find another place to do whatever you are doing?”
He was right. I walked away left him alone. But I now wonder how spiders might taste.