{"id":1482,"date":"2006-04-25T01:02:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-25T01:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=1482"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:44:34","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:44:34","slug":"jenny-wren","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=1482","title":{"rendered":"Jenny Wren"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/span><\/em>\"\"<\/a> Of all the birds that rove and sing,<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
Near dwellings made for men,<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
None is so nimble, feat, and trim,<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
As Jenny Wren.<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
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With pin-point bill, and tail-a-cock,<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
So wildly shrill she cries,<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
The echoes on his roof-tree knock<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
And fill the skies.<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
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Never was sweeter seraph hid<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
Within so small a house –<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
A tiny, inch-long, eager, ardent,<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
Feathered mouse.<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
WALTER DE LA MARE<\/span><\/div>\n
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The house wrens have returned in the last few days and one is already filling a nesting box with sticks. I’ve put out plenty of boxes hoping to divert him from the box that I think a pair of chickadees may be using. This one was not happy with me as I took his photo – his scolding attracted a few chickadees to come and see what I was up to, and then a nearby squirrel also scolded me with its raspy voice. I love to hear their bubbling song when I’m working out in the garden. They sing incessantly; their song by midsummer becomes little more than background noise. Then suddenly they are gone in late August and the garden is quiet without them.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Of all the birds that rove and sing, Near dwellings made for men, None is so nimble, feat, and trim, As Jenny Wren. With pin-point bill, and tail-a-cock, So wildly shrill she cries, The echoes on his roof-tree knock And fill the skies. Never was sweeter seraph hid Within so small a house – A … Continue reading Jenny Wren<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1482"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1482"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1482\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1482"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1482"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1482"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}