Rivalry

Spring, time for male birds everywhere to preen, show off, and attack any passing rivals.
Sadly, my little blackbird whose territory is the car park has discovered another male in my car's mirror.. He is exhausting himself and covering my car in shit...

I had to wash part of the car (I'm not a fan of washing vehicles, apart from windows) and wrap the mirror in a carrier bag..

Poor sad instinctive-driven beastie
On the other hand, the boy pheasant who lives in the front garden has gathered his little harem, taught them how to jump up onto the rat-proofing below the bird-feeders, and is looking after them right well


And I have goldfinches nesting in the bay tree in the front garden, one of John's favourite things

Bird Year

Sometimes this just happens. From the blackbird banging his head on the inside of the greenhouse, (and his lady friend teasing the cat); the baby bluetit who sat on my hand and would not leave, the red kites and the buzzards and the kestrels and the harriers, everywhere, and the young pink-headed swallow in the workshop... And the nightingale I can hear every evening in the garden, cuckoos in Scotland, swallows, all the usual little birds on the feeders; the partridge dancing on the summerhouse roof...

And this arrived today, from Pat Cave, who was at one of my Trees workshops in Lincolnshire this year
And, yes, it has birds, too.

Lying in bed the other morning, we saw a young woodpecker and its parent bird, feeding on top of the telegraph pole opposite the house

Bird Summer, indeed...

Flying Things

Been having Birdy moments

And Big Kites

French things

 Birds on a Wire

and Chequered Log
at the French hotel on the way back from Holland..

Tired

And wanting to rest a while
Like this pigeon on the Summer House
it was very cold today, and I have not the will to fight the chill..