My usual reaction to a bird trapped in the greenhouse is slight panic. It must have flown in through a door or open window. How shall I usher it out to safety? Indeed, on a smaller scale, I spend time nearly every day trying to persuade winged creatures - moths, wasps, flies - through open windows into the garden.
But the wren is different. Our greenhouse was erected on paving stones in front of our wildlife hedge and slopes along one edge. The wren, the smallest of our garden birds, has found an entry point where the frame does not quite meet the ground.
Once in the greenhouse the wren occupies itself among our potted tomato plants or flies down to the floor. I hope it is eating the ants that have nested underneath the pavers, the ones we have decided not to poison. Satisfied after this tour of inspection our wren exits safely and either makes for the hedge or inspects the gap formed where preserved wooden timbers raise the base of our potting shed above the damp flags.
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