I had been noticing a number of 

House Wrens (?) singing from one of 

the old granaries. Then one evening while

taking a walk I heard a real commotion

in a grove of trees and found a whole family

of Wrens. They are a lovely, elegant bird

and noisy little bird.

"All summer long that little wren
Would chatter like a saucy thing;
And in the bush attack the thrush
That on the hawthorn perched to sing.
Like many noisy little men,
Lived, bragged, and fought that little wren"

                                       The Wren

                                             Charles Sangster

 

"To feast on summer sounds; the jolted wains,

The thrasher humming from the farm near by,

The prattling cricket's intermittent cry,

The locust's rattle from the sultry lanes;

Or in the shadow of some oaken spray,

To watch, as through a mist of light and dreams,

The far-off hay-fields, where the dusty teams

Drive round and round the lessening squares of hay,

And hear upon the wind, now loud, now low,

With drowsy cadence half a summer's day,

The clatter of the reapers come and go."

                             The Comfort of the Fields

                                      Archibald Lampman