la_marquise (
la_marquise) wrote2011-06-02 11:02 am
Birds, birds, birds
It's just the kind of day I like best: sunny intercut with shadows, warm enough for short sleeves but not too hot and not humid, washed over all with a clean light breeze to set the tree boughs dancing. And the garden is full of leaves and birds frantically catering to their nestlings. The first clutch of baby blue tits are fledged, perching in the hedge and on our St John's Wort bush to be fed by their bustling parents, their feathers still a little fluffy and awry, heads crowned with Tintin cow-licks. The fledgling long-tailed tits are still nest bound, judging from the industry of their parents -- and if there is a hard-working, more concerned and delightful garden bird, I don't know what it is. Juvenile sparrows are using our roof for take-off and landing practice, much to the bafflement of cats, glimpsing feathers and feet through the edges of the velux windows. Between all of them -- and the great tits and blackbirds, thrushes, starlings, collared doves, wood pigeons, robins, finches and magpies -- they are getting through our birdseed at epic speed. (The cats are largely uninterested: roof-top thumping must be stared at, of course, but rabbits on the nature reserve are more interesting, as, in the case of Mooncat, is dozing in the sun and glaring at neighbour cats who dare to wander past.)
I may have to go for a walk later, and see who and what is about on Coldhams Common.
I may have to go for a walk later, and see who and what is about on Coldhams Common.

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