Even by my usual standards it is early; the combination of an elderly
dog and a warm and stuffy night sees me up and about not long after four.
Outside, in the garden, the air is delightfully cool and the town sits under a
stillness that, for now, seems to suggest that its ownership rests with me. The
dawn chorus of earlier in the year has subsided and it is the hypnotically
drowsy calls of woodpigeons that echo across the dawn, disturbed only by the
occasional chaffinch or dunnock.
The male from our resident pair of blackbirds sits in silhouette on the
fence, a stroke of orange bill on an otherwise flat canvas. His plumage shows
the signs of a long breeding season and the efforts of raising more than one
brood of chicks. Scruffy in his appearance, it will not be long until the
annual moult and the replacement of rough and battered feathers. The young from
the latest breeding attempt are somewhere in the garden and they will soon
start to call for food with the nagging persistence of hungry children which,
after all, is what they are. Other young birds will soon arrive;
streaky-plumaged young greenfinches in the company of their parents will come
to take sunflower hearts from the hanging feeders and yellow-cheeked blue and
great tits will join them to take advantage of this reliable food source.
All of a sudden there is a brief moment of commotion as the jackdaws
arrive. This gang of a dozen or so avian ruffians squabbles over scraps of food
and tufts of discarded dog hair. For these birds the breeding season continues
and there are hungry young to feed and nesting attempts to be completed. The
jackdaws are always an early visitor, a pattern repeated in many other gardens
across the county, and they only rarely visit the garden later in the day. It
is a little too early for many insects to be on the wing. Once the sun makes
her appearance and stirs the borders with her warmth, the bumblebees and
hoverflies will emerge to jostle around the blooms. It is going to be another
warm day but for now I can enjoy the cool stillness of dawn.
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