Six Stoical Horses

A walk to Ela Woods this afternoon.

Six stoical horses bunched up against the fence seeking shade from sun and biting flies.

Stood there static, lethargic, morose.
Having to take it, bear it, endure it.

But having me around poking my camera up their nostrils seemed to cheer them up a bit.

Words, Walk, & Vid: Ian Nisbet

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Young Blacky Got Lots to Learn

Blackbird dad has been bringing his kids in to the garden in the last few days.
Teaching them the proper ways to behave in the Hazey Daze cafe.

How to peck up the blobs of white bread (that the kind lady mam leaves scatttered around)
How to sip in little beakfuls from the big bowl of water (the kind lady mam leaves on the chair)
How to jump onto the willow and tuck into tasty fatballs (that kind lady mam has lugged all the way down from the shops)
How to dig up a slimey brown slug or 2 (that kind lady mam would quite like rid of)

Most important of all: How to stop livin in a fuzzy wuzzy dream world
– and WAKE UP!

One kid in particular seems slow on the uptake. Gazing about like he ain’t got a care, or a worry, in the world. He’d better get wiv his blackbird programme fast. Otherwise he’s gonna be made dinner of. By next doors cat.

Filming: Haze Brown & Ian Nisbet; Vid: Ian Nisbet

A Jack ack daw alarm clock

This is how I’ve been getting rudely awoken every morning this month.

By 200 plus ack jacking clattering jackdaws.

Less than a stone throws away from my bedroom window.

Not that I would throw a stone of course.

At the infuriating dinfully delightful little fluckers.

I suppose you could call it an early daws daw (n) chorus (or cackoffphony)

Vid & Chonic Lack of Sleepfulness: Ian Nisbet

More Mating Damselflies

The current heatwave seems to be spurring the damselflies up at Tessier Gardens into a mating frenzy.

There were dozens of Common Blues and Big Reds darting and dancing around the little lily pond.

We saw 2 males (Big Reds) strung together on a female. One male clamped onto the head of the other male who was clamped onto the head of the female. Extraordinary (if a little bizarre)

A micro world of massively intense fascination.

Filming: Haze Brown & Ian Nisbet; Vid: Ian Nisbet

Goldfinch on a telegraph wire

A goldfinch sat up there on a telegraph wire.

Would he fly down to the feeder tray in the garden full to bursting with sunflower seeds? (which Haze had gone up to the shops to buy especially for him and his mates)

No he wouldn’t (didn’t) (hasn’t) And he probably won’t be back again this summer.

Its Ok though. He was seen.

And filmed by a very dedicated birdwatcher/filmer.
Who also provides a lovely commentary.

Filming & Commentary: Haze Brown