Various pairs of jackdaws couple the nearby rooftops.
They frequently fly down to the bird table.
Jackdaws are the lighter members of the dark family of morbid corvids.
They’re comical, companionable, charlies. Make you chuckle.
“They does wot they likes….and they likes wot they do…..”
This is one – a vid – I made earlier (about 3 years ago)
It’s about time it got blogged.
A rather long vid of cut up cats relentlessly waiting to, or mercilessly about to, pounce on their dinner.
With Keith Jarrett relentlessly pouncing and pounding away from behind as rhythmical accompaniment.
Vid: Ian Nisbet; Music: Keith Jarrett
PS (or SOS): It’s probably best not to know, or see, what happened to that helpless calf at the end. I don’t (and didn’t)
Dave Dunnock flew into the back garden with his Mississ.
They were bopping about being frisky.
She puffed up her behind showing him her cloaca.
He did his ding-dongy dunnock dance.
Would he, right in front of us in the kitchen, jump in and give her one?
We waited with bated breath.
But, just as he seemed about to – she flew off.
Words & Vids: Ian Nisbet
In the vid below is:
A Rosechafer (looking very metallic green),
A poor, probably dying, Cockchafer (or Maybug)
A Shield Bug,
And a green Caterpillar or ‘Caterbelly’
(as Hazes’ great-grandson charmingly calls them).
None of them live that long.
Just a brief bellyful of life – and they’re gone.
Vid: Ian Nisbet; Filming: Hazel Brown
Unexpected – but very welcome – a rare little house sparrow has turned up in the back garden this week.
How sad it is to say ‘a rare little house sparrow’. But it’s true. Sparrows, once very common, are now becoming increasingly scarce.
So we need to treasure every sparrow, and every other little ‘brown job’, that flies in from out of the ether, from out of nowhere.
A delight they are to see. Especially when they’re munching peanuts.
This ‘Dave’ Dunnock has been faithfully turning up in the garden all year long.
He’s a little ‘brown job’ but he’s not a sparrow. He’s not an anything. You might not even notice or know he’s there.
Until you know he’s there.
And then you’ll miss him if he isn’t.
But he always seems to want to be coming back.
To sing his not much of a little song.
Sometimes he flies in his Mississ. And they have a hoppy pop about the wisteria.
Dear ‘Davey’ Dunnock. What a tiny treasure you are.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet. Filming: Hazel Brown.