Good news. After 10 years of seeing peeling paint and rotten wood, the back neighbor decided to paint his garage. Bad news. The occupied wren house was only about 5 feet away from the site and I had to move it over about 15 feet.
After a little confusion and searching, mom and pop finally found it and continued to feed the kids all the while chattering and dive bombing the painters who were using a power washer and paint sprayer. In the resulting chaos, pop disappeared. Don't know if he got hurt or just left on his own, (hope it was the latter), but mom stayed and continued working.
The painting finally got done and she was left in peace, but flew herself ragged trying to keep them fed all by herself. Poor mom. But she rose to the occasion and even let me close enough to get these, after I stood there for 10 minutes with arms outstretched holding a 15 oz. camera that slowly turned into a 50 lb. camera and cramped all my arm muscles.
A mouth full of ewwwww
Inside, stuffing that ewwwww into open mouths
Coming back out and yelling at me
After about a week it was time for the babies to leave the nest. She would call them, sometimes from the bushes and sometimes from the roof of the house until they were all out and in the nearby shrubbery. There were 4 of them this time. No wonder she was so tired and thin.
I tried to get a picture of them coming out, but she would have none of that. Every time I would try to get close enough she would tell them to stay in there and hide. So no pictures of their first flight. But they all made it and I can hear them in the trees. GOOD JOB MOM