The Magic of a Chime of Wrens

I’m always delighted when I see a fairy wren. Watching them always feels like witnessing a small piece of wild yet delicate magic.

The soft, flitting chatter of a chime of wrens, darting, calling and weaving through the trees and underbrush. These tiny birds move together like whispers in the wind.

Finding them in the Australian woodlands, the superb fairy-wren is a familiar sight, the electric blue plumage of the male flashing like a spark among the leaves.

A chime is such a fitting name for a flock of wrens. It captures their delicate presence - light and fleeting.