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This column is in response to the many comments I received on the story recently published about the Carolina wren that built a nest in the bathroom of my friend, Bob Lyon of Purcellville. There have been further developments.
In the original column, I failed to include the impression I received on touching the wren’s eggs when Lyon reluctantly agree to show me the nest. The eggs felt chilled, and I wondered if the wren had deserted her nest. Birds do that when they sense discovery by a potential predator.
To describe Bob Lyon as a predator is a ridiculous assumption. Yet, as an ornithologist, I had a reputation of scientific objectivity to maintain, and I expressed my concern about the viability of the eggs to him. If eggs are not kept at a constant temperature of 93.2 degrees, the embryos will not survive.
Consequently, I was greatly relieved to receive a postcard, dated April 14, that stated: “This morning I snuck into the bathroom and flushed .. the wren. The nest had five warm eggs. Hallelujah!” It was signed “Bob.”
I was pleased to be wrong in my assessment of the situation. The message was written
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