It has been just over a week since the weather changed and spring
uncoiled herself from the grip of winter, a winter uncharacteristically long
and reluctant to shift. Since that Sunday morning, when everything suddenly
felt different, the countryside has burst into life. The half-light of dawn
echoes to a chorus of bird song. Initially dominated by the songs of resident
species like robin, dunnock and blackbird, it now carries the added notes of
newly arrived chiffchaff, blackcap and willow warbler. Blocks of forest
clear-fell, initially silent, now carry the descending notes of woodlark and
tree pipit. It is as if everything had been held back and is now rushing into
the breeding season headlong.
Even my small urban garden is full of activity. Both dunnock and
blackbird have been collecting nesting material; the dunnock is well on and
clearly lining the nest, the blackbird a bit further behind and taking mud to
form part of the nest’s core structure. The blue tits have been busy adding
moss to the nest box on the studio, seemingly a protracted process and
sometimes involving the removal of material viewed as unsuitable. A quick check
with my endoscope (a tiny camera on a flexible cable) revealed that the tits
have got the base of the nest finished but still have some way to go.
Then there are the woodpigeons, comical in their approach to nest
construction. The pigeon pair have been rather haphazard in their selection of
sticks and other material for the nest that they are building in next door’s apple
tree. Oversized sticks are collected with zeal but then dropped as the bird
struggles to add them to the nest. One of the pair even tried to remove a long
piece of ivy, still attached to a wall; the bird struggled for a dozen minutes
before accepting that this was one tug-of-war that it simply was not going to
win.
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