Dunnocks

Its Gettin Hot

Wot a hot summer we bin havin.

Need to cool down wiv all these feathers on.
Says Mr Dunnock.
So do I says Miss Blackbird.

Phew! And double phew!

Vid: Ian Nisbet

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Clacking The Cloaca

Clacking the Cloaca. Or possibly Cocoaing the Choccy.

Its what them naughty dunnocks have been doing rather a lot of the last couple of weeks.
Mrs D rumps up her bottie. Mr D pecks at, or out,  her choccy cocoa. Making sure he’s extracted any other Mr D’s errant seed.

He dances about behind her doing his Choccy Cha Cha.
Then – bump! – he clacks her cloaca.

Takes a fraction of a second to do the deed.

To make sure she’s got his choccy he has to chase the wench around and clack her again. And again. And again.

Sex mad these durty dunnocks.

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

Dave Dunnock is Singing

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.

Back Garden Back Chat

In the vid below there’s a greedy wood pigeon, a chatty blackbird (non British) a couple of blackcaps, and a persistent dunnock (called ‘Dave’ to his 2 human friends)

Dave dunnock has been a regular back garden visitor all winter.

The blackcaps seem to have gone.

The woody flaps in,  rapidly hoovering up (like the herring gulls usually do)

The foreign blackbird has been superceded, maybe ousted, by a far more tuneful British blackbird now.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet