Time to Roost

Avoiding becoming someone else’s dinner becomes even more challenging at night. Watching these flock of gulls wheeling & turning in the darkening sky, heading for a sheltered spot on the lake. It’s fascinating to watch these huge gyrating bubbles of birds, spinning in the sky, like fish shoaling together to dazzle their predators. When the birds decide it is safe to, they shoot down in a dark tornado of whirring wings.

I hope you enjoy watching the video of the birds swooping and circling the lake.

Time to roost by SJ Butler – the text stays on for 20 seconds

January Weekend II

A great weekend of sunsets, bike rides and long walks over the Howardian Hills. Even […]

January Weekend

A great weekend of sunsets, bike rides and long walks over the Howardian Hills. Even […]

A bit of a cold spell

And that’s the first week of January completed already!
What a change this week from really mild weather to freezing cold and icy. A cold ride home, my ears and cheeks felt so cold! By the end of the week we also a dusting of snow as well but nothing like some parts of the country.

Don’t forget to feed the birds and break the ice on bird baths.

robin, bird

Time to Roost

Avoiding becoming someone else’s dinner becomes even more challenging at night. Watching these flock of gulls wheeling & turning in the darkening sky, heading for a […]

Beautiful mild day

I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in […]

Robins

For the past few weeks, every time I pop into the garden, there appears two Robins watching my every move. They wait for me to fill […]

Robins

Robin red breast

For the past few weeks, every time I pop into the garden, there appears two Robins watching my every move. They wait for me to fill up the bird bath, watching me from the apple tree, or peeking through the ivy. Last year they built a nest in the ivy and laid 4 eggs, unfortunately the eggs didn’t hatch. I cleared up the bird box and I’m hoping that next year they will build their nest there again and be more successful.

Robin nest – this fits into the palm of my hand. It is made with moss, horse and cat hair/fur, an odd bit of coloured wool amongst other items.

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,

Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he;

Down came Pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;

Says little Robin Redbreast, “Catch me if you can.”

Little Robin Redbreast flew upon a wall,

Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;

Little Robin chirp’d and sang, and what did Kitty say?

Pussy-cat said “Mew,” and Robin flew away.

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