The last one seemed very reluctant to leave and stayed away from the entrance quite a while after it's other siblings had gone. Finally, it got up the courage to leave but had a very hard landing on our wooden porch floor. I thought it had broken something and maybe died as it floundered around for a few minutes then lay very still under the bar-b-que grill. I left it alone as, truth be known, I didn't really want to know if it had died. A few minutes later I heard the mama bird and looked out to see the little one running all over the porch! Thank God! I guess he was just a little stunned after his ordeal but recovered after a few minutes and finally left the porch where he presumably joined the rest of his family.
So, I guess I'll be more productive now that I won't be spending so much time watching the wrens! Well, at least for a while as I'm sure we'll have new tenants once or twice more before fall!
