Bluey Wren

Southland Times, Issue 25306, 8 June 1935, Page 19

Bluey Wren

—Commended. — Nestled in the fork of a stately old oak tree there lay a neat, feathered nest, of which Mr and Mrs Wren had taken so long over when making. In it lay three baby Wrens, Bluey Wren, Grey Wren and Jennie Wren. Bluey Wren, however, was not like an ordinary Wren. She had a lovely glossy coat of blue which all the bird folk praised very highly, especially her parents. Because of this she became very proud and conceited. She was not humble like her sisters. She was also very enthusiastic and was always looking out for adventures and one day she had one, a “really and truly” adventure. Their parents usually protected them from any wild foe, but this day they were out gathering an extra amount of food and they left the family at home, depending on them to look after themselves.

That day Blacky, the farmer’s cat, came by hunting for its prey. When passing the oak tree she stopped as she thought she heard somethin' squeaking. Sure enough there was! Up the tree sprang puss like lightning, bounding from bough to bough at the thought of having baby birds for, her dinner. She landed at the nest. The baby birds squeaked in terror. Bluey Wren, being older and more active than her sisters, flew up to the tip-top branch of the tree while puss ate up her sisters in the twinkling of an eye. After that Bluey flew off to her parents to tell them the sad news and they sadly returned home, only to find a few remains of broken bones, and feathers. But, glad to say, Bluey was never so proud again for she had now turned a new leaf.

—2 marks to Cousin Nita Hall (10), Dipton R.D.