Ringed by Wrens

As I walked up through the coombe this morning, a wren flew across the path just in front of me and perched on a nearby branch. I stopped to look at it more closely and became aware that there were at least seven or eight wrens surrounding me, all churring away to each other. Although I could hear them very clearly (such a loud noise for such a small bird) I could only see the one, but it seemed that the family were both warning each other about the intruder (me) and reassuring each other that back up was available - or perhaps they were just telling the wanderer to get back over his own side of the path!