To my surprise, however, it's hardly been all aflutter or action packed down there either.
I have heard the chattering of a wren and a blue tit or two but my expeditions have been no cigar when it comes to catching glimpse of any of the species listed on the notices as being resident there - the linnet, stone chat, skylark, goldfinch and green finch - the ones I really want to catch with my camera.
While their general evasiveness is natural enough and heightens the thrill when they do eventually show up, I worry about declining populations in these parts especially given the proliferation (beyond control) in recent years of herring gulls, magpies, rooks and, more recently, of grey crows - none of whom, from observation, are exactly tolerant of their smaller, dulcet and more charming brethren.
One exception though is the old reliable robin. Aggressive by its nature and fairly unseemly when giving vent to same on a bad day, this little titan takes no nonsense from anyone or anything if you cross it, so I was pleasantly surprised when he posed like a supermodel for me over the weekend.
Doffin' the hat, uccellino!
More soon ...
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A bug in it's beak and I'm thinking Blue Velvet. Wonderful photo Shay. You're pulling out some fantastic pics this summer from that back garden. A man needs a garden, especially one with a camera. We have two robins that visit us periodically, more often in winter. I like to think it's the same two all the time but who knows.
ReplyDeleteProbably is P for the same reasons. The one here is the size of a small church whereas in the tree next to it there's a svelte looking chap. Could be younger true but much more unwilling to engage. Funny how ye get to know them! But it is a real joy to watch.
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