Wake dad, then we go out.
Not yet boy, I’m tired.
I slowly closed my eye, to match the one beside it, and drifted back to the land of rest, aware of a tail brushing the bed, as the weight subsided.
I woke again with a start. The phone was ringing, and again, there was Jim. I hauled myself out of bed, grabbed the phone, and heard a ‘hello.’ I glanced at the clock, 8 a.m. I yawned.
‘hello’ said my mums voice again.
We chatted; well, mostly stifled yawns from me, about not very much. She wondered how I was. ‘Tired’, I thought.
“Yea, fine.” I said.
More chat, then goodbyes, as the phone sat back down silent again.
Morning bits done, Jim fed, cat fed, Jim walked, and I decided a walk for me round the local was in order. Gardening should have been on the agenda, but……
It wasn’t quantity of birds on my mind as I made my way to the lake edge. I didn’t have much time really; the proper job was waiting for me later today. Just a quick visit for this morning, to check on a couple of birds that I’d seen on previous visits, and to see if another had arrived yet.
First up the Coot family, and there they were.
Still well hidden amongst the reeds. Three chicks sat on the nest, calling for mum, or dad, who soon arrived. No idea where the other six were, but at least three were still around.
I moved on, listening to invisible Chiffchaff singing, and Willow Warblers accompanying them.
I stopped to listen to some Sedge Warblers, singing their song, hidden amongst the reeds. Compared to a Nightingale, or even a Dunnock, not really a ‘song’, but since they’d flown such a long way to be here, it was only right I stopped to listen to what they were offering.
I carried on, carefully making my way round the edge. The Blackbirds with their keen yellow ringed eyes, were doing their best to announce the arrival of this longhaired bloke to all the other birds hidden in the bushes.
I stopped off to check the Swans nest again. Last time it looked deserted, but today, the proud mother to be, was back; and curled on the nest.
I smiled, and left her to her day.
A pair of Great Crested Grebes were dancing in front of each other in the middle of the lake, so I made my way down to the edge for a better look through the reeds. Not the brightest idea I had. The only thing I observed with clarity, and feeling, was my boots, slowly sinking in the mud, while the water began to make its way over them.
I squelched on.
The female Great Crested Grebe who was sat on her nest last time, was still there.
Well hidden, so hopefully she will be successful again this year, and raise her family.
A couple of Common Tern were swooping over the lake, and the lilac bushes along one edge, were flowering now, attracting all kinds of flying insects to their pollen.
I made my way back, with one more thing to check.
Last year, near the car park, a Common Whitethroat had a nest deep in the bushes. I wondered if they’d turned up yet.
A familiar song greeted me; the Whitethroat. Not very visible, but in good voice. A fleeting glimpse was all I was offered today, as she flew into some bushes, but I’m sure better opportunities for pictures will be available soon enough.
But for now, work is calling, and I hear it loud and clear.