Birds

Jackdaws of Wind & Rain

A bit of something ‘nasty’ going on out there tonight.

But it wasn’t bothering the jackdaws at all.

They seemed to be reveling in the rain, playing with/in the wind.

Bird-logic isn’t human-logic, I should know that by now.

And especially so jackdaws. They’re a total law unto themselves.

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet

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Jackdaws settling for bed

Jackdaws are back. Been back a few weeks now.
At least 200. Maybe 300.

Around 40 sit in the silver birch, getting themselves settled for bed.
Not wanting to go to bed too soon.
Waiting. Preening. Sitting and waiting. Cleaning. Chattering.

I was waiting too. For them all to take off, in a big flyover flock off around the town.

But that didn’t happen tonight.
They peeled off the birch in ones and twos.
To rocket into their roost.
The car park behind us is where they sleep.
All 200/300 of them.
Barely a stones throw from my bedroom window.

Not that I would throw a stone at them of course.
(when they wake me up at the crack of dawn)

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet

Magpie Malarkey

Magpies are daily visitors to the bird table in the back garden.

Antagonistic birds.
Annoying birds.
Aggravating birds.
Malarking about birds.
‘Badboy’ birds.

Birds wiv attitude.
Birds who don’t take no for an answer.

Magpies and jackdaws don’t get on.
(if the vid below is anything to go by)

Actually, magpies don’t seem to get on with anybody.

Except themselves.

Vid: Ian Nisbet; Filming: Hazel Brown

Mr Blackbirds Slugfeast

Mr Blackbird has been tucking into worms and slugs (Spanish Superslug Monsters) this week.

Got hungry chicks to feed so any grubby grub will do.

He has to stab the slugs a few hundred times first. Then give them a good wiping, to clean all their slimy slime off.

Then he picks them to pieces to make them palatable.

He easily dispensed, dispatched, and destroyed, most of the sluglys available.

Slug elimination courtesy of Mr Blackbird Pest Control.

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet

Dave Dunnock is dinging his dong

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.

The Tease.

Words & Vids: Ian Nisbet