Well on my walk to work yesterday a photo opportunity fell, literally, at my feet. Now don’t get excited, I had the camera out of the bag, but with the wrong lens and setting for what was needed, but I fired away because I’d never seen anything like it before.
A pair of tiny wrens, locked in combat rolled down the bank and in to the leaf litter like a pair of pair of brawling drunks on a Saturday night. I can tell you they were going for it; and my what big pointy beaks they have for such a little bird!
I thought at one stage that one was dead, it was getting such a pounding,
they were oblivious too me and I thought I was going to have to try and pick them up when I heard a car approaching (by now they’d cartwheeled in the road) but the noise of the car was enough to make them break and fly off into the hedgerow. I can’t find much in my books about such behaviour, but it certainly seems like it is territorial, the best information I could find is here. It just goes to show what a dash of spring sunshine can do to a fella!