Pockets of joy
still and be quiet.” How many times were we told to do this as a child? I never
did of course I was much too busy learning about life. But these days I do sit
still and listen and watch, it is surprising what is going on.
through the kitchen window I can see my mop head bay tree. It has a blackbirds’
nest hidden inside. But last week I forgot it was there and walked about trying
to place a little nesting pocket, for a robin or a wren, in the climber behind.
I inadvertently tripped and fell on to the bay tree. The indignant blackbird
had been quietly sitting on its nest when I lumbered in. The bird left with a
loud alarm call in fright.
it desert now this may not be a safe place to rear young? I kept well away and
silently watched from a distance. She returned with a quick swoop and she was
back on her nest. Today if I sit still and do not move, I can see the black male
and brown female visiting with worms in their beaks. You must not look at them
directly though or they will not visit. I pretend to be looking away and then I
see the parents, in turn, land on the stone nearby then fly onto a log. They
look around and quick as a flash dart under the clipped dome and into their
nest full of hungry fledglings.
is double joy now because a male wren has started to build in my little woven
twig pocket. He makes several nests for his partner to inspect so I have seen him
going in and out placing his nesting material with care. She might choose to
make it a home for her young if the fitments and furnishings are to her liking,
not forgetting the location which must be in a good neighbourhood!
seen that the honesty flowers are out now? Ours is a dark purple and grows in
shady places. Also, on wet land nearby you might see the delicate ladies’ smock
with its pale pink flowers. If you have these then any time now you could see
the orange tip butterfly because these plants’ leaves will be food for its
is about this time I usually see the heron. Last year it caught some of our fish
but this year we have netted the pond. It was only yesterday that Mr T wanted
to take the net off, but I wanted to wait, then sure enough I saw the heron fly
over. It is an expert at watching and waiting.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star)