Dunnocks

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The foreign blackbird has been superceded, maybe ousted, by a far more tuneful British blackbird now.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

Dave Dunnock & Barry Blackcap

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Over the last month little ‘Dave’ Dunnock on the right there has been a daily back garden visitor.
He got a bit snitty when a pair of blackcaps (‘Barry’ being one of them on the left there) turned up to share his territory.
But now everything seems to have settled down into a delicate detente.

Barry flew in again today
He plopped upon the wall

Dave returned, to shoo him off
Gave out a warning call

Barry really wasn’t fussed
He wasn’t phased at all

He’d blackcap this durty dunnock off
In a beak-off birdie brawl

Dave didn’t fancy it
He didn’t have the balls

Better back off acting big
Resize to being small

So Dave and Barry call a truce
No need to fight and maul

Peck instead at snippy seeds
And share that huge fatball

– Illustration: Hazel Brown; Poem: Ian Nisbet

Winter Garden Birds

It’s possibly a bit of a stretch to call these ‘winter’ garden birds. We haven’t been having much of a winter up to now.

Dropping in are the daily regulars: a (non yellow-beaked, foreign) blackbird, wood pigeons, herring gulls, a little dunnock; and slightly less frequent magpies. There’s a crow stuffing bread in his/her beak to go bury just off camera to the right; will s/he remember to come back and find it? Probably. Crows are clever.

Haze sees that pair of jackdaws up there on that rooftop everyday. Usually cuddled up together; but like any married couple, they’re prone to the occasional tiff.

A robin and a wren had dropped in over Xmas but were too far out of camera shot to get a clear sighting.

None of these birds need much feeding in this unseasonably warm weather.

But they’re feeding us plenty though. Feeding our imaginations.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet