There was a lot.
The huge silver birch tree that dominates my folk's garden was alive with birds. "Seeeep" "turrweeeet" "zeep zeep zeep" "see see see" were its greatest hits, and the birds in the charts were blue tits, great tits, a coal tit, and loudest of all, a goldcrest.
You'd think the tiny goldcrest would be a shy bird, but it is as brave as a tiger! It has no problem with letting the observer get within 4 or 5 feet as it works the bark for tiny aphids. It was continuously calling as well, "seep seep seep", the avian equivalent of talking with its mouth full.
I was looking for a site for the bee hotel I bought my parents, only discover that others had been doing a spot of DIY too. The largest of these was my stepfather, who has made holes with perches in the outhouse where the great tits nested last year. The others were the blackbirds who nested in the pergola, who have destroyed their cat attacked nest from last year, and commenced work on a new one.
When I did get out on my belated run, the most noticeable thing on a very cold grey day was the colour change as we enter a new phase of spring. In the cemetery, the purple and white crocuses are over, and yellow daffodils form avenues along the paths. And in Friary Road park, the yellow of aconite has been wiped over by the blue of squill.
Now, we await the bluebells. I can see their spears poking up in my garden now.
|First pink blossom in my vicinity|
|Whit blossom in the same garden|
|Magnolia flowers are out|
|Close up of an emerging magnolia. I love their furry cases|
|Goldcrest in the birch|
|Camelia in the garden. It's been in flower all winter|
|Blackbirds early nest construction|
|My stepfather's encouragement for birds to nest in the outhouse|
|Crocus avenue is now daffodil avenue|
|Flowering nettle, the forgotten reserve|
|Squill in Friary Road park|
|Squill close up|
|Man painting the Sonning, he thought I wanted him to fall in|
|Spider wisely escaping Belams Bistro|