My father named me after the bird, Wren.
He left the ‘W’ off for my name, Ren.
Growing up in a farming community,
during the 1960’s,
with a ‘unique’ name,
was quite the experience.
Uncommon names were… uncommon then.
Having the name Ren,
prevented me from ever owning a license plate,
for my bicycle…..
As I entered into adulthood, I began various collections.
Buttons, wood thread spools, salt & pepper shakers, owls, etc.
And I collected Wrens, for I had to collect my namesake too.
Finding Wrens over the years has become quite challenging.
I enjoy finding them in real life, rather than on the internet.
I have bought Wrens from the internet and was quite disappointed.
So I keep my eye out for Wrens, every place I go.
Before I left Michigan, I had stopped into my favorite Rock Shop.
At the time, I did not know I was leaving.
They were preparing to close for the winter season.
In humor, I told the owner I would be back in the Spring,
to pick up my Wren Stone cutting.
Soon after arriving to southern California,
I received a package in the mail.
Inside, I found a Wren cut from a Petoskey Stone.
This wonderful fossil has become the
paragon of my wren collection.
Thank you for reading,