Last weekend,
it was the RSPB’s Big Garden Bird Watch – the biggest citizen science project.
In previous
years we have struggled to fit it in amid the bustle of a January weekend. This year, however, we were still in
isolation following Covid, and it seemed like the epitome of excitement.
We picked an
hour towards the end of the day when we knew the little chaps would be mobbing
our birdfeeders trying to consume enough calories to see them through a long
winter night.
We spotted most
of our regulars – blue tits, great tits, long-tailed tits, coal tits, dunnocks,
robins, goldfinches, woodpigeons and blackbirds.
None of our
more unusual visitors surfaced – the nuthatches, woodpeckers and goldcrests
must have appeared on somebody else’s entry.
However, the
species we saw most was our own doves.
And we also were not prepared for their reaction. When they saw us sitting in front of the
French windows, they came and watched us right back.
We could
only guess at their conversation,
‘The two
regulars are there – the old ones.’
‘Yes, wonder
if we’ll see any of the brightly-plumaged young ones today.’
‘Doesn’t
look like it – they must be in a different house today.’
‘That’s
always the way – we never see anything out of the ordinary when we do the Big
House Human Watch.’
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