Cyn's Nature Notes: Spring is Really Here

Sunday 9 May 2010

Spring is Really Here

Down by the river, the brambles are growing thickly and prickly. Knee-high stinging nettles on either side of the path lean in to “kiss” you with their wickedly toxic tips. Through the woods, sturdy bluebells grow strongly between the delicate-leaved and pretty, lacy flowers of the umbellifers family, including cowslips. They make such a pretty combination with the bluebells.

Spring really is here at last, despite the coldness of some days. On the river, the brown and yellow fluffy balls of ducklings are floating alongside their mother. Everywhere is prettied by wildflowers and fresh new green growth. A huge carpet of ransoms caresses the woodland floor near to where snowdrops and aconites covered it a few short weeks ago. Along the verges, pink campion, blue water forget-me-nots, jack by the hedge – where the orange tip butterflies lay their eggs and white dead nettles grow. You can pull off one of the white flowers and suck the nectar from the end. It is surprisingly sweet, unless the ants and bees have beaten you to it. Elderflowers are now breaking bud. The may blossom lies thickly gracing the top of the hawthorn branches and is reminiscent of the freshly fallen snow of just a few months ago.

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When we moved to our present home in December 1987, I was very ill and bedridden. My garden was a life-saver, although it was very different then. The first thing I did was to put up bird-feeders, and long hours were spent lying indoors in a recliner. This was when I discovered many things. Do you know the underside of every blue tit’s tail is differently marked? Gradually, over the years, the garden changed. We put in shrubs and plants that would not only enhance the garden, but would also be good for wildlife. The first rabbit we saw was so joyful for us. The deer eat the flowers, prune the apple trees, eat the marrow, and are wonderful to watch. Foxes have been a major part of our wildlife. We have fed them each night for more than 20 years. They are such a delight, especially in late summer and early autumn when there are youngsters. They behave like puppies and are great fun to watch.

I love all wildlife: the mason bees that nest in the brickwork of the bungalow, the hornets that last year made their home in the roof above our bedroom, the bees currently nesting in the roof above the bathroom. On a hot evening, if you stand quietly in the bathroom, you can hear this amazing sound: it is very rhythmic and reminds me of the waves at the seaside. It is made by the beating of the bees’ wings as they fan their nest to keep the temperature at the right level -- how many people have heard that sound? I feel so privileged.

Obviously, I feed the birds. When I open the window in the morning I call “Come on Bobby and Blackie”, and one followed swiftly by the other they fly immediately to the bird table. Each morning, on rising, I make my way to the kitchen and find the squirrels already sitting on the window ledge waiting to be fed. Winter brings the moorhens and spring time the mallards. Our pond is a poor effort from a human point of view, but wild creatures see it differently. On summer days, the grass snakes spend long hours in the pond: eating the fish, froglets, toadlings, newts, and any other living creature they can swallow. Although I hate to see the pond emptied this way, I do enjoy the snakes and feel they are an important part of the balance of nature in the garden. Watching a dragonfly nymph climbing out of the pond, up a plant stalk, and then over the next few hours gradually transforming into a beautiful dragonfly -- these are contented hours well spent.

It has been my pleasure to write and publish a nature column each month. I am always delighted to hear how much pleasure this brings to my readers. I have often been asked if I have written a book, so I am making more of my writings and photography available through this web site and blog.