'I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out 'til sundown, for going out, I found was really going in.' John Muir

I've seen the top of Everest (from a long way off), smelled the breath of a whale (from way too close) and lived on a boat in Greece (for a few years), but I continue to experience some of my most precious moments right outside my backdoor.

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Tuesday, 17 March 2015

Wanted - Air Traffic Controller

It's crazy in my garden - it must be Spring.
Sparrows are scrapping, dunnocks are flicking their wings like flamenco dancers, blackbirds are posturing. A song thrush makes himself heard over the ruckus, repeating himself loudly, just incase we didn't get it the first time. Blue tits (eight of them) swing on the suet cake and starlings click and whistle from the terraces like rowdy football fans.

When I venture outside to hang out my washing, birds whizz past in a blur of brown and gold and blue and black and I have to dodge out of the way before I'm hit.  I take my tea to the blue bench and watch the shenanigans from a safe distance.

Some of our nest boxes
There are 13 nest boxes around the garden and the birds are busy house hunting, trying to make up their minds and then squabbling over the most desired residences. 
I watch a sparrow pulling hard at fennel leaves to line his nest. He's unable to break off the feathery fronds and it looks like he might end up wing over beak. I can't see him struggle so I go to his assistance and pull some off  for him. Two more sparrows brawl over a white feather that flutters into the new pond, lost.  Then a couple of blackbirds start a fight. It's violent. They end up at my feet, a blur of black and yellow. I almost have to pull them apart.

By mid-morning, calm has descended into the garden again. I scatter raisins and meal worms to keep the peace.

If you're fed up with the UK election already, here is something worth voting for -
Britain's National Bird, the result will be announced on May 7th.
Which one will you vote for?

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Sarah Lewis said...

I can't receive any comments, not sure why. Seems to be a problem with Blogger?

charlie said...

nice work

Anonymous said...

roll on spring

Anonymous said...

I vote blackbird

Anonymous said...

Spring is on its way

Barry Hankey said...

Hi Sarah. Process for commenting on your blog is obscure. May be helpful to add a button. But thanks for the blog and the Bird Election. For me it's got to be the Red Kite, a triumph of survival. Now seen as far south in Wales as Pontypool. Once a single pair on the montain behind where I lived in Cwmystwyth