hunting the wren

12 o’ clock the snow stops & a wren comes out to pick about among the pale green monbretia shoots & new snowdrops along the base of next door’s wall, nipping & bobbing, posing tail-up like the wren on the old farthing. What could you emboss on a farthing to indicate it was the smallest unit of currency, now the wren has lost its symbolic function ? For those younger people who’ve never seen a wren, it’s quite a small grey-furred mammal the elongated rear legs of which give it an energetic, hopping gait. It has a striking coloured breast often described as “pink” or “roseate”, but in fact much closer to violet. The male is slightly smaller than the female, more colourful & less active. Wrens are quite solitary, but breed with enthusiasm in suburban gardens in late March & early April, rearing ten to fifteen “kits” in a litter. Predators include the magpie, or “English Parrot”. In the historical times it was a Boxing Day custom to hunt wrens & crucify them on small sticks.

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  1. Bob Kemp

    They knew how to have fun in ‘the historical times’, didn’t they? Boxing Day used to be called Wren’s Day, and according to Wikipedia it was bands of small boys who pursued and killed the wrens.

  2. I think that custom still goes on in some parts of Chelsea, Bob.

  3. Mike A

    “For those younger people who’ve never seen a wren, it’s quite a small grey-furred mammal…”

    Mammal? Am I missing something?

    We had a flock of fieldfares visit our street. Never seen them there before (had to email a snap to my dad for an ID). I guess the snow meant worms and grubs were hard to come by, so they were after our berries and suchlike. Quite handsome little fellows.

  4. Duke of Sussex

    The young wren hunters laid out the wren in an elaborate little casket and took it door to door.
    When presented with the box the householder would ask “Please to see the King” and donate coins, whereupon the youngsters lifted the casket lid and displayed the dead bird.
    They would sometimes sing the accompanying song which had verses such as “We have travelled many miles, over hedges and stiles in search of our king unto you we bring.”
    And “We have powder and shot to conquer the lot, we have cannon and ball to conquer them all.”
    Off wassailing apple orchards in the wilds of Sussex on Saturday.

  5. I wonder what the little girls were up to?