For the last 3 or 4 years a chaffinch, every early summer, has been singing away outside my bedroom window. Day after day, from first thing in the morning through to last thing at night, the chaffinch sings chaffinchly on and on and on.
But he’s too hidden away for me to see (or film)
This vid shows 2 separate instances of chaffinches being spotted.
Once, very visibly, at a friends feeders on Dartmoor: a distinctively coloured adult male.
The second, is of a female filmed up at Tessier Gardens from nearly 2 years ago. Less brightly coloured than the male, and creeping half hidden along the edge of the grass, but no less delightfully (or excitedly) seen.
Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet
The current heatwave seems to be spurring the damselflies up at Tessier Gardens into a mating frenzy.
There were dozens of Common Blues and Big Reds darting and dancing around the little lily pond.
We saw 2 males (Big Reds) strung together on a female. One male clamped onto the head of the other male who was clamped onto the head of the female. Extraordinary (if a little bizarre)
A micro world of massively intense fascination.
Filming: Haze Brown & Ian Nisbet; Vid: Ian Nisbet
Haze filmed Common Blue Damselflies in Tessier Garden this week.
Males mating and merging with the females.
So exquisitely intricate, fragile, delicate.
(although the dominant grip the males lock the females heads into looks fearsomely archaic)
The males then dance and dip the females into the pond to get them to release (oviposit) their eggs.
This has all been going on for millions and millions of years.
Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet
A beautiful spring day to take a stroll in Tessier Gardens. A quiet park filled with a variety of trees and flowering shrubs, flower beds bursting with tulips, daffodils, primroses and bluebells.
Birdsong echoes around the park, bumblebees… zig zagging lazily humming .. busily buzzing everywhere and anywhere, exploring this sun-filled warm afternoon.
Time out to sit and sketch … a flask of tea… and I am totally surrounded and absorbed by these magnificent trees!
Sketch & Words: Hazel Brown
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
We were in Tessier Gardens last Saturday, trying to entice ‘Sammi’ the squizzler down for some peanuts.
Admittedly, we didn’t have to ‘try’ very hard. He was scrambling down that oak tree and into our cupped hands quicker than a ferret up a drainpipe.
He was having a good look at Haze, eyeballing her, checking out her peanut presenting credentials. Satisfied her intentions were friendly, he proceeded to feed gently and greedily from her hands.
We’ll have him sat on the branches of our shoulders next time, fluffed up and bushy tailed, squizzling our necks.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Tessier Gardens. The go to place in St Marychurch. Well, it must be – because we keep going there.
A peaceful oasis. No shitty yapdogs and no screechy children allowed (actually there were some kids erroneously present today)
Just a chubby tame squirrel.
Who is now known to us, if not to itself, as ‘Sammi’.
Calling out ‘Sammi!’, ‘Sammi’ doesn’t appear to evince any recognition in the animal.
However it will come squizziling across sharpish if you’ve got a bag of nuts in your hand.
It will even try to climb up your leg, mistaking it for the trunk of a small tree.
I’ll have Sammi chewing the chips off my shoulders next time.
Or possibly nibbling the acorns out of my earholes.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet.