With Valentine ’s Day imminent , I must profess my love for wre ns. A recent snowshoe slog with friends in a nearby canyon brought us face to face with a glorious panel of 30-foot ice colonnades running down quartzite cliffs . We stood in awe of their crystalline beauty. Near the ice wall, s mall birds were flitting in and out of vertic al crevices. I began counting- a dozen or more .