In a People House

We have a new tenant here at The Big House in the Little Woods, unwelcome, but determined to stay. We've tossed him out several times, but he manages to find his way back in short order. He has rudely taken full run of the house, poking about, here and there, into everything, and acting as if he is the owner and we are the tenants. He has never paid a dime in rent.

Oh, and he's pooped on a few things.

Our intruder is a tiny bird, a wren of some sort, I believe. We've no idea how he gets in, but apparently there is a hole somewhere, tiny enough that we don't see it, but big enough for him to come and go as he pleases. I guess a standard wren house just isn't enough for him - he wants those wide open spaces. Well, we have plenty -- this is a post and beam house without a lot of interior walls, and a foyer open to the roof. On the third floor, where our daughter has her "room" there are no walls and he can fly from one end of the house to the other - which he does. A lot.

This little fellow is the second bird who's weaseled his way into our house repeatedly. The first one was around for months, so long that my daughter had named him - Charlie. Mostly Charlie was just around early in the morning. He'd let us all know, loudly, that the sun was coming up, then he'd stay outside once he was evicted for the day. No such luck this time - though not nearly as noisy as Charlie, he is not shy at all, and seems to like being around us. He even hung around my son for a while when he was at his desk working.

Of course, this little guy, as yet unnamed, doesn't know what happened to Charlie or he might not be quite so adventurous and downright nosy.

I wonder how many other birds besides Charlie have met their doom by landing in a mousetrap?


UPDATE: And then there were two. This new one looks like a female. She's still shy. He's showing her around. My daughter has named them now: Jack and Jill. I looked at my husband and asked him what we're going to do. He just stared.

This is getting rather silly.