I know that you might think that living in the country we do not get to see people very much. And it is true that I cannot walk out of my door and have a natter with a next door neighbour and I can’t just pop in to a cafe and catch up with friends who happen to be there. But you would be surprised how often I do meet up with friends – it’s just that you have to make more of an effort and it all has to be arranged and planned and when we do meet – we never stop taking – you see there is so much to say after only having our pets for company. Well, anyway, I am trying to tell you about what happened last night. Now the nights are drawing in we all agreed to meet up for an evening meal in our nearest town to cheer ourselves up. I offered to pick up a friend in a nearby village and drive to the nearest town miles away. What a good time we had catching up on news and ... well, just talking to a person and not a cat or bees or the like. But at the end of the evening I was dismayed to find that …
I opened the bedroom window at dawn, and I heard a little song. Not the full-blown
song of springtime, that would be too much to ask. Not the sharp call, either,
of birds warning others to keep away. This was a little plaintive noise, but it
was certainly a song.
The sky was calm
and cold with yellow and pink below dark blue. The sun was struggling to rise
and had only managed an inch above the horizon. There wasn’t much light yet,
but there was just enough to see the outline of a bird on a high perch in the
black branches of the ash tree.
The bird is in
silhouette. I can’t make out the details, but I know him by his song. It is a
thrush, not yet fully repeating its song ‘twice over’ as he does in the spring.
Today he has only two notes and I think he could be singing ‘New Year’, bravely
piping in 2020 for all he is worth.
is on the RSPB famous red list and you don’t see them much today. There is a
pair here though, in our garden in the spring and summer. They ma…
The endangered spotted fly catcher bathing in the bird pool I would give anything to go for a swim right now. I used to
swim, twice a week – in the old days b.c. (before coronavirus). I met my
friends and took health giving exercise. Now I don’t even know where my ticket
is. In any case, I expect it is out of date. Early in the week some little creatures took an unexpected
swim. A pair of blue tits have been in and out of the nest box, on the old
apple tree, for over a month now. The young fledged this week. Four of them
flew uncertainly into the long orchard grass. Their colours of pale yellow and faded
blue are good camouflage so they can hide from predators. They are small and about
the size and weight of a wine bottle cork. But there is one danger, which has never caused a problem
before, and that is our wild pond. It is on the corner of the orchard. It was a
warm day and I imagine that the young blue tits were thirsty. They went down
for a drink and three of them fell in. What a g…