Jenny Wren

Today, 15th December 2011 I was visited again by a Jenny Wren, apparently another name for the Faerie Queen. Somehow this little bird got into the barn, just like on Sunday when I had a couple of visitors and we managed to steer the delightful creature to an open door. Today the returning wren, I presume the same one seemed to enjoy flying around, perching on books, glasses, plants, mugs, table tops and so on. S/he didn't cheep in distress or seem that bothered. What brave and amazing birds they are and with such wonderful vocals, so loud for such a tiny creature.

Again  my little friend did a flying inspection, probably checking out places s/he had seen the last time. Eventually flying out of the door. On reaching the trees and undergrowth outside, the bird jumped about and seemed happy but  not desperate to get away from its possibly terrifying experience. Since I had Radio 4 on and at a low volume it wasn't I would imagine a scary loud noise.

I was reminded of the facebook post about the young female whale that got tangled in horrible plastic nets in the sea of Cortes. Luckily a camera carrying boatload of people found her and gradually cut her out of her entanglement. Before being completely released she pulled the boat about a hundred yards in sheer joy when one of her fins was set free. She stopped when she realized she was towing a heavy load. So again the people on the boat set to removing the rest of the vile plastic fishing net which shouldn't have been dumped in the sea in the first place. I don't know maybe they get damaged by large sea living mammals and in the process get caught up. The answer to that would be to not use plastic nets or at least try using ones that don't get caught up. I don't even know if its legal to use these kinds of nets.

Anyway on being released the whale was so overjoyed it performed its entire repertoire of breaching, jumping, pushing their snouts vertical up out of the water, splashing around so that you got the idea of what true freedom means, simply the joy of being alive and not imprisoned in human constructs. How easily animals seem to take so much pleasure in just being alive.  When I see the rooks swarming and playing and diving at night before roosting I cannot deny the joy they show. I see crows and ravens diving and playing and performing comical antics with each other. They are just happy to be alive.