When I said these little birds grow up fast, I had no idea just how much. On sneaking up to the nest last Monday morning, I noted immediately that it was empty. Not the kind of empty you'd see when the chicks were tiny (all of three weeks ago) and no parent was sitting on …
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Nestwatch: Mea Culpa
If there's one thing you get used to by the time you reach my ripe old age, it's being making errors. Being mistaken, getting the wrong end of the stick, failure to comprehend -- I've had a wealth of opportunities to do all these things. Let's avoid all the truisms about failure being the path …
Nestwatch 6: fledging
You can't spend too much time away from a Willie Wagtail's brood because by God, they grow up fast. It's five days since we noted the joyful arrival of the chicks -- and scrawny, bald and unappealing little scraps they were, too. So we took a turn down to Commonwood this lunchtime to catch up …
Nestwatch 5: the happy event!
Sometimes guesswork and baseless supposition turns out to be true. When I surmised the other day that momma Willie was sitting a bit higher in the nest than usual, and that the bits of fluff around the edge of the nest might signal that the eggs had hatched, this turns out to be the case! …
Nestwatch 2
There's been a bit of rain about, including a noisy and soaking thunderstorm yesterday, so it seemed necessary to venture down the Commonwood path this afternoon to check on Ms Willie and her clutch. She's still there, incubating her birdie butt off and resolute as ever. No sign of hatchlings yet, but it's all to …
A stinging tale
There’s an age-old question that has taxed the minds of history’s greatest thinkers: who would win in a fight between a bear and a gorilla? (Or endless variations thereof). Well, we had our own version last week at Corner Cottage – and it’s done nothing to satisfy that ancient question. I may have mentioned in …
It’s the pits
Let it not be said that this blog confines itself to a narrow, repetitive series of topics. Or if you must say it, don’t say it around me, because sometimes it’s quite difficult to come up with fresh material. Then again, returning to certain themes or motifs is the mark of a writer with conviction …
It’s not you, it’s me
Look, I know you come here for inspiration and the wisdom you need to negotiate life’s little ups and downs, but the fact is, I’ve been busy, OK? When I started this blog, I sincerely vowed that it wouldn’t be one of those fly-by-night, limp-as-lettuce, no-consequence attempts at online content provision. And by and large, …
A fiendish device
Last time I got my head above water enough to post something up here, I mentioned stalking butterflies as a current, unsatisfying obsession. At the time, this was included to build a feeble case about the inexorable cycles of nature, blah blah. But we all know this was just a thin and ineffective balm for …
Finicky finials
Call me butter 'cause I’m on a roll . . . The bird-feeder project that started a few days ago as a swift piece of DIY using odds and ends of this and that found here and there is now assuming the epic proportions of an Amish barn-raising. Once again, the rabbit-hole principle rears its …
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