Cyn's Nature Notes: New Year’s Day

Friday, 1 January 1993

New Year’s Day

The start of another year, a chance to start another diary, it is a long time since I kept one, but since this is also to hold my nature notes I expect it to be both an easy and delightful task.

The garden here grows ever more like a nature reserve and continues to please me – I shall be sad if the time ever comes to leave here and we don’t find, firstly someone to enjoy it as much as we do, for it is a very special place, and secondly if we don’t find a garden that I can turn into another nature reserve.

This morning, the first of the year, I have seen redwings, fieldfares, robins, mistle thrushes and song thrushes, collared doves, blackbirds, nuthatches, chaffinches, starlings, blue tits, magpies, and crows all with in a few minutes of me rising, by the end of the day this list will have grown considerably.

The squirrels have been busy feeding from the bird tables, we have three regulars, but this morning I saw another one, such a tiny little thing and obviously hungry – too timid to climb on to the bird table. He did, however, find the malus tree, and there amid the blackbirds, song thrushes and mistle thrushes, the fieldfares and redwings, he crouched and had a feast, before scampering off. I hope he returns and plucks up courage to use the bird table.

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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.