Cyn's Nature Notes: Bird Song

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Bird Song

The bird song has been wonderful recently; sometimes the hour of five finds me out of bed and blissfully listening to the birds, from my open kitchen window. The sound is amazing -- so much song from every direction.

The chiff-chaff is very vocal at the moment. Those of you who are unfamiliar with the call of this little warbler can pick him out by listening for the sound of his name, chiff-chaff, chiff-chaff, for he calls it out over and over again, and it is easily recognised.

One of the sweetest songs belongs to a small brown bird, whose promiscuous behaviour I have mentioned before: it is the dunnock. Maybe because he is brown, spends most of his time keeping to the edges and appears a bit boring, he is perhaps overlooked. However he is a fascinating little bird and well worth looking out for, if only to listen to his song. His markings are quite detailed and his song certainly stands out.

I haven't mentioned either the blackbird or the wren, both favourites of mine, and each of them outstanding songbirds. The song thrush is often one of the last birds to sing at night. I love the clarity of his oft repeated notes as I listen in the quietness of dusk.

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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.