I lifted my head when a bird song which had been going round my head suddenly made itself heard. Flipping back my fringe - it is getting too long, I listened again. I was on all fours laying a pathway through the dahlia bed - as you do....
I'd been so engrossed with my fingers in the soil, placing slabs in a winding path when I heard, but not listened to the twittering.
With my neck twisted up, craning it to see if I could track who was singing in the bare sycamore trees behind the glasshouse. I knew the song - the churr and chirrup belonged to one of my favourite birds. The Long Tailed Tit - the 'flying teaspoon'. My eyes flitted across the branches and suddenly I caught their movement. A family cluster of may be eight or ten birds tripping through the twigs hunting for insects.
Like a cat I watched their every move until they came to the edge of the trees and swooped off in a twittery churring wave - gone.
Back to work.
Oh, and the painting I did the other day? Another of my favourites - the Curlew.
Watching birds is great. It takes one out of the realities of the world to a peaceful place, sometimes for mere seconds but those are great seconds. Love that curlew.
ReplyDeleteThe Flying Teaspoon..a lovely name for them..and always Safety in Numbers!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful Curlew painting. only seen one once but the Long Tails are a treat when they all arrive on the feeder, sadly that's a rare occurrence in my small garden now
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