A Wren's Tale: Postscript

 On a Sunday, I set myself up to photograph the babies again...I waited for about 20 minutes and no activity at all at the nest. Hmmm...

Then I went into the garage to do some laundry, and I heard frantic, loud cheeping, which I thought was coming from the roof, so I went outside to look. Nope. I went back inside and found this little fledgling hanging onto the roll-up garage door for dear life. (Insert eyeroll and crying emojis.) B. had left the garage door (not the roll-up one) open for just a minute or two while he retrieved a ladder. This little dude apparently flew in (but WHY?!), the door closed, and he/she was stuck. No parent or siblings anywhere around. We tried to shoo it out of the garage, but of course it panicked and flew all around, finally bonking its head on the window. Sigh. We took it outside and let it recover.

So tiny and cute!

 Finally it hopped, then flew onto the fence. Then it flew further onto the fence. Then it flew into a tree, then onto the  garage roof, then onto the potting shed roof, then onto the neighbor's roof, and finally away. It was cheeping/crying for its parents the entire time...

 Fly free, little one!