Birds Garden

The Little Lifes of Sparrows

Haven’t made a film of the sparrows in the back garden this year. I suppose because they’re so ever-present they’ve become everyday normal and ordinary.

There’s a good dozen or more (and probably another dozen more to be added once the latest brood are born, bred, and fed)

The life of a back garden sparrow consists of:
Chewing up the buds on the wisteria and fruit trees.
Ripping up the grass and pecking in the plant pots for nesting material.
Flicking about the pond, swimming in the bird bath.
Squabbling and shouting at one another.
Chatting and chirping with one another.
Fighting and mating with one another.
Ocassionally getting pounced on by sparrowhawks and being made dinner of (2 so far)
Bouncing between wisteria, willow and ivy (where they sleep and have their nests) in nonstop fizzy whizzes.
Possessively guarding the feeders from other small birds.
Being pests.
Being comical.
Being delightful.

The back garden wouldn’t be the same without its sunny funny family of little sparrows.

Filming: Hazel Brown; Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

Sparrowhawk No 2

Yet another sparrowhawk got itself booked into the back garden cafe with a table reservation for one this lunchtime.

Sparrowhawk male 4 30 April 2019

A small male but just as voracious as the bigger female who’d visited last December.

Sparrowhawk male 3 30 April 2019

It stood right next to the small kitchen window ontop of the air-raid shelter.

No time to waste or lose. It was at it with rapid efficiency.

Plucking, splitting, stripping, and guzzling down its din dins.

Sparrowhawk male 2 30 April 2019

It heard voices from the neighbouring garden so took off.

Clutching the carcass in its clawsome talons.

Sparrowhawk male 5 30 April 2019

Providing itself with the ultimate in ‘Takeaway Fast Food’.

There’s more than enough din dins (juicy fat sparrows) to keep this pair of sparrowhawks fed for many more months to come.

Thrilled filming & commentary: Hazel Brown; Words: Ian Nisbet

Sparrows are Us

Sparrows cheeky Feb 2019 edit

Around twenty sparrows have taken up residence in my garden. A small urban back garden.

They descend onto a young willow tree where I hang feeders filled with fatballs, which they love!

They bathe in the pond, drink from a little birdbath, whilst other members of this large family chase each other all around the garden which they share with a blackbird, a couple of dunnocks, a beautiful rusty wren and two blackcaps.

Late afternoon, when the light goes, they scoot up into the ivy-clad wall of an old barn to rest.

By morning they are back again, much refreshed and busily chattering and cheeping as loud as can be!

Words & Illustration : Hazel Brown

A couple of Chaffinches

For the last 3 or 4 years a chaffinch, every early summer, has been singing away outside my bedroom window. Day after day, from first thing in the morning through to last thing at night, the chaffinch sings chaffinchly on and on and on.

But he’s too hidden away for me to see (or film)

This vid shows 2 separate instances of chaffinches being spotted.
Once, very visibly, at a friends feeders on Dartmoor: a distinctively coloured adult male.
The second, is of a female filmed up at Tessier Gardens from nearly 2 years ago. Less brightly coloured than the male, and creeping half hidden along the edge of the grass, but no less delightfully (or excitedly) seen.

Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet

Sparras chewin the fat

Sparrows doing what sparrows do.
Squabbling, spit spatting, chirping their chatty heads off.
And chewin the fat (balls)

This is now a few days on from last weeks Major Incident: The Sparrowhawk Visitation.

We’re pretty sure it slaughtered a sparrow. And given how many sparrows are still bouncing about on the feeders, its fairly likely this Sparrowhawk will visit (and kill) again.

But these sparrows don’t appear to have been spooked.
They seemingly don’t mind.
They apparently don’t care.
They’ve probably completely forgotten the murderous devastation that happened to one of their brethren last week.
They bithely blether on. Mindless little pluckers.

Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet

A Sparrowhawk Comes To Feed

Look at what is sitting in the willow as calm and cool as you like

Sparrowhawk 5 Dec 2018

A Sparrowhawk. Yes, I’ll just say that again in capital letters with an excited flurry of exclaimation marks – a SPARROWHAWK!!!!!

Sparrowhawk 6 Dec 2018

A sparrowhawk with a rather full belly.
Because its just hooked, plucked, ripped, and gobbled down a sparrow.

And now its looking over here – straight at you

Sparrowhawk 7 Dec 2018

Directing its fierce piercing gaze towards the back door

Sparrowhawk 8 Dec 2018

What big eyes she’s got this Mississ Sparrowhawk

And now she’s wondering

Sparrowhawk 1 Dec 2018

Who is looking at her. And whats that thing they’re pointing at her.

It was Haze who was pointing the thing (camera).
Filming what this sparrowhawk has been getting up (or getting down) to for the last 20 minutes.

Here is the edited video (with Haze’s commentary) of this extraordinary visitor to her back garden.

Film & Commentary: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet

Footnote (clawed): As there are a glut of sparrows coming into the feeders lately, this sparrowhawk will probably be returning soon for more Xmas dinners.

All you little birdies had better be – Beware!

A Pair of Nutters

These are not Hazey Daze Cafe birds, but filmed from the feeders of friends (who live on Dartmoor)

There are a pair of great spotted woodpeckers (the male can be distinguished by a big red spot on the back of his head)

And a nuthatch doing its unmistakable upside down ‘nutty’ nutting

(blue and great tits are also flitting in and out)

Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet