It was a bright, sunny if a bit cool Spring day. Unfortunately it was also a Sunday and so far as sunny Sundays and Bank Holidays go my sentiments accord with Baby Grumpling's.
Baby Grumpling laments (Perishers strip, 1977, written by Maurice Dodd, drawn by Dennis Collins) |
I thought I'd best have another hack back at the roses, boysenberries and the inevitable crop of brambles before I lost the garden to secondary forest for the year, and before I'd be disturbing any nests. Most of the birds registered their annoyance at my intrusion — after all, who's garden is it anyway? — but most of them also got on with raiding the bird feeders whenever it looked like my back was turned. My stuffing a compost bin with cuttings was serenaded by the oddly harmonious coupling of the songs of a collared dove, a coal tit and a robin.
For all that there's plenty of cover in the garden it's not often I get any nesting going on, probably because there's too much activity at the feeders. There's plenty enough nesting space in the ivies and brambles on the railway embankment, the nest boxes in my garden are usually occupied by tree bumblebees.
- Black-headed gull 1
- Blackbird 2
- Blue tit 2
- Carrion crow 1
- Coal tit 1
- Collared dove 2
- Dunnock 1
- Goldfinch 1
- Great tit 2
- House sparrow 6
- Jackdaw 3
- Long-tailed tit 1
- Magpie 4
- Robin 1
- Starling 6
- Woodpigeon 3
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