An unexpected bird to open a December blog – but listen for a moment to this one, who seems to have a lot to sing about. The song is ‘a prolonged, breathless jingle of strident but not unmusical notes and high trills’ – like no other. But enough words for now, hear the song... The Song of the Wren No need to hunt me – I’ll let you know exactly where I am. I’ll sing out loud – oh yes you’ll hear me I repeat – you’ll hear me up to half a mile away – a burst of song five times a minute – which is why it’s no surprise they told the story about old Stephen – that saint who hid then was discovered to be stoned to death. They did the same to me because they said it was my song. But here I am your singing Jenny Wren who’s survived the stones the cold and rain and all that man could hurl so stop and hear me. All is well – the world is full of happiness and song. Actually, the Christmas Bird is probably the ubiquitous robin. Yes, despite all those partridges in pear