Silver Birch

Crow of White Wing

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)


Winter Birchbirds

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

Winter Birch Starlings

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)