The next morning as she came out of the birdhouse she spotted him sitting at the very top of the oak tree. “Hello”, she called, “Come down here".
"Why don't you come up?' he called back. “I can't,” she answered, “You will have to come here.”
With that, he leapt off branch and did three slow circles around the tree as he descended and landed softly beside her.
For a while they talk about typical bird things, like worms, nests and what a nice day it was. Just as she was starting to enjoy his company he asked, “Why don't you fly”?
The little wren fell silent. She was afraid to tell him that she was afraid to fly and yet she did not want to hurt his feelings. Instead she changed the subject, "I do not even know your name, what is it"?
“They call me Red” he replied.
“Why do they call you that” she questioned?
“Come fly with me and I will tell you” he teased.
"I CAN’T," she snapped and then realizing what she had done quietly added, “at least not today.”
“He should have known better,” she thought as she calmed down. “Maybe he will think twice before he asks that question again.” With that she put the other wren out of mind and went over and joined the group by the feeding station.
Over the next two days she kept herself busy doing this and that, but every once in awhile she would catch herself looking at the old oak tree - just in case he had returned.
By the third day she was feeling very guilty about the way she had spoken to him and wished he would return so she could say she was sorry.