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FROM READERS: Wesley and Wilma Wren go house shopping

Friday, May 11, 2012 | 9:00 a.m. CDT
Missourian reader John Hall shares pictures of wrens he named Wesley and Wilma in birdhouses.

John Hall frequently photographs his mid-Missouri surroundings, and he has been sharing his images with the Missourian for several years.

On Monday, the Wrens came back to check out the prospects for living at "Oleo Acres" this summer. Wesley and Wilma Wren have followed in the footsteps of the Wren clan for two decades and came to see if the summer homes were up to standard.

Wilma first thought about setting up housekeeping at the Sparrow compound. She even mentioned that the doorway to the Sparrow home was much easier to navigate than the quarter-inch smaller door of the home next door. Wes warned her that even if it was easier to move furniture through the larger door it was also easier for the Sparrow family to come in and kill their children.

So Wilma set about the rest of the morning taking down the old wall paper, tearing out the carpet and getting ready for a renovated home. The poor gal worked all morning stopping only briefly a couple of times in a nearby raspberry bush to take a break. It seemed as though the job would never get done, but after a lot of the other house clutter was tossed out the front door, Wilma hit the mother lode in one trip to the nest. After she got that out of the house, the rest of the morning's work seemed to be a breeze for her.

Wesley came back and complained a bit to Wilma that she had not done all that great of a job house cleaning and she came over to the porch where I was photographing the morning episode. She asked if there was any alternative housing. I told her I had a luxury single dwelling apartment in which she might have an interest. She replied, "Bring it on."

So, I hung it a few feet from the apartment that she had worked on all morning. Within five minutes she yelled from the picket fence "I'll take it." She muttered something to Wesley about living next to the Sparrows' if he liked, but she was staying in the new apartment, by herself.

This story is part of a section of the Missourian called From Readers, which is dedicated to your voices and your stories. We hope you'll consider sharing. Here's how. Supervising editor is Joy Mayer.


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