I’ve seen few birds on the plot recently, and until the past week or so the feeders have hardly been touched either. At the hut last Sunday we were chatting about this and it was suggested that the long, cold winter had taken its toll especially among smaller birds such as blue tits, dunnocks and wrens, all of which have been notable by their absence.
On Monday I was digging over part of the vegetable patch when I stopped over a breather. When I turned to carry on I found myself looking at a young robin perched on top of the fork handle little more than an arm’s length away.
Later on I stood and watched this woodpigeonon the path by the feeders obviously foraging for seed that I’d scattered.
As I walked towards the gates to come home I’m sure that I heard the familiar raucous sound of two parakeets, and think I caught a brief glimpse of them flying into the nearby trees.
Looking at, and hearing, various birds is all part of the pleasure of plotting for me and it was a particular delight to see the young robin that close.
Have a good weekend!