No pictures, I’m afraid, just words today. Since hanging a small bird feeder on the plum tree outside the kitchen window last week, we’ve been paying far more attention to identifying which birds we see (and hear) in our garden.
Squalling seagulls swooping here there and everywhere are a given, of course – after all we live by the sea – and crows and wood pigeons are never far away with their cawing and cooing. We have blackbirds – both black males and brown females – and sparrows and dunnocks aplenty. I’ve occasionally seen a great tit or two, and there are coal tits and blue tits, and the other day we spied two goldfinches with their red heads and flashes of gold on the wing.
So my smile this week is not only that we can see and hear all these different species of birds in our garden, but also that I’m learning to recognise them again – I love living so closely attuned to nature, it feels good to be part of it every day 🙂
We’ve put up a bird feeder in the back garden, and so far have seen blue tits, coal tits and sparrows eat from it. But typically I don’t have a decent telephoto lens on my camera so I can’t get close enough without disturbing them – before I can even raise my camera they’re off! So I’ve had to resort to taking pics through the kitchen window as best I can, then cropping them afterwards. All I’ve managed to capture this afternoon is a couple of house sparrows – but it’s a start! 🙂
I have a wood pigeon nesting in a tree in my garden – she sits tight as her mate fetches and carries back and fore, and she keeps an eye on me as I spend a lot of time outside just now while the weather is nice. I’ve got used to her being there, and I’m hoping her eggs hatch successfully – apparently baby pigeons (or squabs) are ugly little things and I don’t ever remember seeing one in the flesh before, but the idea of having a pigeon family choosing our garden to make babies in is my Weekly Smile for this week 🙂
Not technically the kind of leading lines Cee was probably looking for, but this line of seagulls paddling in the shallows of the swollen river creates a little punctuated border between grassy bank and flowing water 🙂
The unlikely sight of four seagulls standing in a row, playing chicken with the breaking waves along the shore – they were all quivering with anticipation, and waiting… waiting… waiting… and just at the last minute they all took flight almost as one, narrowly avoiding a drenching from the shower of salty sea-spray 🙂