Not a question, but just had to share. Walked along a very narrow country lane, hedge one side, wall on t'other and there in the banking was a nest with some very tiny baby birds. It was very well concealed - I heard them, all I could see was the gaping beaks. So I walked on and then stopped to look back to see if I could see the parent. I saw a robin, so think that may have been what they were.
Later saw my first ducklings of the year on the river. Sooo sweet. I think they were a cross breed, probably half mallard, half something else.
They are definitely not so common. My Mum's valley used to be ringing with the sounds, now only an odd one. Although they haven't arrived here (Lakes) yet, I don't think.
Makes you forget all the rain.....almost. A memorable sight for me last year was a bird pretending to have a broken wing to draw me away for the nest. What a performance! Worthy of an Oscar.
There was something about cuckoos on the radio a couple of days ago. They (whoever they are) have been tracking them to Africa and back. I think it was a 10,000 miles round trip.
A beautiful thing to do. Last year in Co. Kerry we watched a tiny bird feeding an enormous,demanding cuckoo. Poor thing must have been exhausted.
Commissioned a picture of a Red Kite as a thank you to friends who looked after me last year. Came today and it`s stunning. If I spent less time watching kites and buzzards from my kitchen I might get some work done.
The inevitable has happened. Went past where the baby robins were, only to find dead birds on the bank. Tiny little bodies with hardly any feathers. I guess a stoat, or weasel may have had them.
Oh tenrec No. As soon as I saw your post about seeing therobins I knew they were doomed but you hope don't you. Nature's so cruel. But I expect/hope the mummy robin has learned a valuable lesson.
ladybird, it certainly is survival of the fitest. I half expected them to have been got by something, but I didn't really expect to see the bodies. Someone asked me why they wouldn't nest up in a tree, but I suppose the tree dwellers could fall out of the nests!
Oh Daisy, how lovely. At my old house we had great tits for a few years. We even gave them names, like Graham and Gertrude. They may have been different birds each year, I have no idea.