The heavy rain yesterday brought a juvenile blackbird down onto the patio in search of food.
And a little later there were SEVEN Starlings traipsing across the lawn. I haven't seen that many since my children were little and it's a sure sign that the grass is no longer being treated with chemicals to kill the moss (and everything inside!)
A couple of years ago I heard a strange call as a bird circled overhead. It made me incredibly sad to realise this was a Starling doing a very lonely murmeration. So it's wonderful to see the numbers increasing and hearing their strange clicks and cackles every day. As far as I could see this was a mix of adults and fledglings (I got the binoculars out) and I'm pretty certain they fledged a week or so ago - there was such a disturbance. I find it strange that adult birds make such a row when their babies are out for the first time (especially Wrens). It certainly lets me know what is going on but maybe it's a diversionary tactic, encouraging predators to focus on the mother rather than the somewhat defenceless little ones.
I had been feeling a little disappointed with #nomowmay but I suspect it is the longer grass that is encouraging the grubs that are feeding the starlings. I will persevere.
Apologies for the rubbish photos - they were all taken quickly on my phone through the window so I could share this wonderful experience.
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If I had known then what I know now
I would have started this diary years ago
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