A first. I’ve never seen a crow with a white wing before.
Could be that it, or she, was an old crow. A croney crow.
Her white wing a sign perhaps of great old age.
By the end of this winter she could be completely white.
She seemed to want to befriend the chattery starlings in the silver birch. Join in with their bright sparkly energy.
A second crow flew in. Croney crow ignored him (or her)
Can I post yet another vid about birds in the silver birch outside the kitchen window?
Of course I can.
Especially when the clouds and the silver birch and the starlings combine together to such ‘startling’ effect.
Pretty as a picture it all is.
Impossible not to feel amazed.
Vid: Ian Nisbet
Yet another vid of the silver birch outside my kitchen window.
Home to puffy winter clouds, twittery star lings, and a little blue lagoon of sky.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Another film of the silver birch outside my kitchen window.
Starlings hop in, hop on, hop off.
And marvelous clouds of skies pass through the silvery branches.
Dusk sets sun into winter cold red skies around, and through, and beyond, the birch.
It’s something I never want to get tired of.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Like last year I’ve kicking off this new year with a film of birds in the silver birch outside my kitchen window.
There are jackdaws, magpies, collared doves, starlings (or possibly some kind of tit, Haze will know)
All these birds seem to use this silver birch as a town-centre ‘lookout post’ or communication hub. So many birds were hopping on and off today. Maybe the unseasonally warm weather we’re having is making them frisky.
Warm and wet. That’s how it’s been all winter long. But come rain come shine, be it rook be it dove, the silver birch gracefully receives everything that throws itself on, or at, her.
Words & Video: Ian Nisbet
Jackdaws up in the silver birch outside my kitchen window being buffeted in wind (writes Ian)
And a little further away are more jackdaws lined up upon the rims of tall willows (or might be birches)
Eventually all these jackdaws come and roost in the car park below. Sharing their sleep with me.
Video: Ian Nisbet
Well, I think they’re starlings (writes Ian). Had a look online on various bird identification websites. They’re the right colour (blackish) the right size (middlish) the right sounds (sweet and sharpish) the right behaviours (flocking about with loads of mates) and the right flying (chasing around fast in curvy flips, and fluttery backspins)
I’m becoming a bit of obsessed with this silver birch. I can look into it for ages.
And all of lively lovely life is there. A multitude of clouds, winds, rains, suns, birds.
As wise Wislawa (Szymborska) says:
All is mine but nothing owned,
nothing owned for memory,
and mine only while I look.
(Video: Ian Nisbet)