Birds on the Balcony: civilised rooks and tumbling buzzards and Gilbert

I wonder whether Gilbert would have been able to explain the wonderful buzzard activity I witnessed

I stood at the window for some time when I arrived upstairs this morning.  The birds obligingly came in numbers and posed prettily.  The dull light seemed to amplify their colours.  Quarrelsome chaffinches; fragile long-tailed tits and their slightly larger blue cousins. The smart livery of the great tit, and on the other end of the balcony an especially smart female Woodie fed for long minutes whilst I watched.  Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: civilised rooks and tumbling buzzards and Gilbert”

Birds on the Balcony: woodpecker wars

Now I know what a woodpecker in a bad mood sounds like…

“The whole world is a series of miracles but we’re so used to seeing them that we call them ordinary things.” Hans Christian Anderson.

Last Saturday was a day filled with ordinary miracles.  Here’s the first: Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: woodpecker wars”

Birds on the Balcony: what watching yields

“Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time. “Winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.” -Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858, journal entry

A pleasing avian symmetry yesterday: the day began and ended with the call of the pheasant.  My Cornish bird list, based entirely on sightings from the house, currently has 18 entries.  Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: what watching yields”