Cyn's Nature Notes: May Flowers and Wildlife

Saturday, 31 May 2003

May Flowers and Wildlife

It seems such a long time since I last wrote for my nature diary. It is the last day of May and the garden is looking absolutely wonderful – probably the best we have ever seen. It is lush and verdant, and so full of flowers. I thought spring was best, but this far outweighs it. There are flowers, of all types, in profusion everywhere I look. A few days ago I tried to count the various clematis which are rambling and scrambling all over. As far as I can tell there are forty-two, but there may be more unopened and therefore missed.

Mike has cut the lawn and it sets the borders off beautifully. The wildlife, as always, is abundant: a pair of collared doves, blackbirds, a chaffinch, robins and various tits. There is a magpie that has spent the last three days pecking against an ant colony to feed on the fat grubs inside. We have an injured pigeon, (feral not domesticated). His wing is damaged. At first he could not fly at all and spent his days on the lawn and nights in the borders. I was fearful as night fell each evening that he would make a tasty meal for our fox, who is also badly damaged and now on three legs. Some days have passed though and not only is the pigeon still with us, he is now able to fly short distances. I am still hopeful he will grow strong again, but his wing is so badly distorted and dropped that I fear it will never fully heal. I know that he is physically much better, but I also now know he is definitely make because this evening I have witnessed him bowing to and chasing after a female, and daring to make attempts to mate, yet he has not yet been successful.

We still have three squirrels: last year’s youngster and a pair. Sadly one of our pair died last year, but was very soon replaced and quickly grew as tame as the others. At the moment the female is heavily pregnant. When she moves across the lawn feeding her swollen belly scrapes the grass and when she is sitting up her nipples are thrust forward and out of her fur like mini torpedoes.

The pheasants have all but deserted us although I know they will be back in the autumn. We do, however, have one regular who still comes to feed each night and morning.

Ducks are, as always, ever faithful and a great pleasure even though they have fouled up the big pond, may be beyond redemption, but the constant pair plus the pair with the white female, and the pair with the dark female that frequently visit give us so much pleasure that we would always welcome them.

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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.