If ever there were a bird of contradictions, it’s the Eurasian kingfisher. It lives fast and dies young. The most one is ever likely to see of it is a streak of electric blue Read more
Anyone who has followed these blogs might notice that I tend to write about common species of birds, Read more
All Spring the air here has been full of the sound of birdsong. I wish I could tell them apart more easily. I can recognise the quick rhythmic chirr of the house martins and the gentle nibbling calls of the swallows, both of which have had a bumper year so far and whose offspring now weave rich tapestries in the air with their complex swooping flights. Wrens are commonplace, unmistakable in sight and sound, the volume of their song turned up well past eleven. Robins, blackbirds, pigeons, collared doves, all are distinct and memorable. But that lovely rippling warble that has woken me most mornings for the past couple of months? What’s that? Warble is the appropriate word, but which warbler? Unless one can see the bird that is singing it is hard to link sound with identity.
Birds sing for a variety of reasons, Read more
There is a white owl flies near the river, close to my home. Read more
Lately the weather has been humid and overcast. On many days a cold wind has blown, and at times it has seemed more like autumn for all the warmth there has been in the earth.
But it is summer, and the swallows and house martins Read more
These days, the first thing I hear when I step outside my door is a lark. Read more