Carolina wrens are regular visitors hereabouts, appearing daily around the cottage, generally in pairs. About all I have to do to spot a wren is step outside or look out the nearest window.
But a bobtail Carolina wren is not something you often see.
If you know anything about wrens, you understand that long, high-cocked tail is their pride and joy—a well-employed banner, bouncing up and down like an animated metronome to the little bird’s actions and moods.
A bobtailed wren is simply…preposterous.
I have no idea how this particular bird lost its tail. Accident or near-miss attack by a would-be predator? A literal cracked board "wedgie" suffered while roosting? The scenario will forever remain a mystery. But the little wren didn’t appear in the least handicapped, easily keeping up with its mate as they flittered and poked about the dooryard. In time, the feathers will grow back.
Ultimately, I couldn't decided whether to feel sorry for the tailless wren or the loyal companion—the situation had to be embarrassing for both of 'em.
