In the vid below is:
A Rosechafer (looking very metallic green),
A poor, probably dying, Cockchafer (or Maybug)
A Shield Bug,
And a green Caterpillar or ‘Caterbelly’
(as Hazes’ great-grandson charmingly calls them).
None of them live that long.
Just a brief bellyful of life – and they’re gone.
Vid: Ian Nisbet; Filming: Hazel Brown
Unexpected – but very welcome – a rare little house sparrow has turned up in the back garden this week.
How sad it is to say ‘a rare little house sparrow’. But it’s true. Sparrows, once very common, are now becoming increasingly scarce.
So we need to treasure every sparrow, and every other little ‘brown job’, that flies in from out of the ether, from out of nowhere.
A delight they are to see. Especially when they’re munching peanuts.
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.
Mrs Blackbird has been very busy this week.
She’s giving the plant pots a good going over.
Looking for the muckiest muck.
Got another nest to make.
And more eggs to lay.
And more brooding to do.
And more mouths to feed.
Meanwhile her blackbird bloke dont do nuffin.
Just sits there singing his head off.
Filming: Hazel Brown Vid: Ian Nisbet
To Tessier Gardens to collect a couple of jars of tadpiddlies this afternoon.
And of course a handful of nuts for any squirrel who wants to come down and have his picture taken.
This squirrel looked a little leaner and smaller than Sammi the Squizzler. Could have been his younger cousin.
Stuffing your face with nuts is so much fun if you’re a squirrel.
Vid: Ian Nisbet
This is the blackbird that has been visiting the back garden all winter long.
Mr Blackbird flies into the wisteria first thing in the morning. He flushes. He sings. He scratches. He sings. He flits off.
He’s frequently flying back in during the day. To feed. To watch. To sing. To check everything is in order.
His Mississ also flies in to feed from seeds on the little patio wall.
In the evening he flashes back on to the wisteria. He flushes. He sings. He scratches. He flips around. He makes (or has) a bit of a song and dance.
Hazes back garden is his gaffe. Her wisteria is his sentry post.
Mr Blackbird and his Mississ will be making babies soon.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet.
Dreary Newton Abbot has a quay.
And a limpid little Lemon river.
And a lovely Little Egret.
Looked like the Little Egret was stabbing out flat fish.
Could have been lemon sole (buh bum)
A nicer way to spend Easter Sunday afternoon could not have been envisaged.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet.