When we were first talking about moving to Cornwall I made it quite clear that I didn’t want seagulls in my airspace
The balcony is awash with babies. A plethora of fluffy fledglings, often with soft grey down still competing with new adult feathers. They make me think of cuckoos, these innocent babes, for invariably they are larger than their industrious parents: puffed up by their motley mix of feathers, with their wings fluttering and their gapes wide and demanding. Life is so precarious for these infants in their first few days of life in the big wide world. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: babies, buzzards and soaring seagulls”
it is on the sailing cloud and in the invisible wind
With the run of warm dry weather broken, we moved from gentle rain to heavy rain to thick cloud. A brooding, oppressive sort of day. The colour of this day was gunmetal grey. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: silhouettes in symphony”
Regardless … will somebody please make a Cornish version?
One day this week there was an unusual degree of noise from the crows. Investigation with the binoculars revealed a tractor working in a field on the skyline across the valley, and behind it, crows clamoured in large numbers. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: Hitchcock vs Daphne”
I was reminded once more of how much joy there is in the simplest of things; the boys loved this small ritual
The first day of June! How lovely to usher in this blowsy month of early summer with Ellie and the boys. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: with two small boys”
The edges of their wings on the underside are like chequerboards…
I saw my first swallow of the year at Lerryn on April 19th. There it was – just the one – sitting neatly on a telephone wire. I was astonished; it seemed so early! But a few days later they were here, at Highfield, in numbers. Swooping and plunging, weaving intricate patterns through clear skies with swift sureness of eye and wing. And from the balcony, I can watch them as often from above as below. Beautiful and breath-taking grace. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: the swallow is come!”
It does not do to get on the wrong side of a crow
Today I watched two examples of aggressive behaviour that brought home to me how little I know about even the most commonplace of our birds. The sparrows were particularly quarrelsome this morning: Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: squabblers and mobsters”
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?
There’s been plenty of domestic bird activity for me to watch lately. Spring-time is a busy period in the avian calendar.
As April reached the three-quarter point I was charmed by a pair of house sparrows, Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: front row seats”