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Playing in the traffic, patch walk 28th July

What a stupendous change to be walking in. Sunshine and clouds, but so much cooler in the wonderful wind that’s blowing. This is the sort of weather that I want to walk in.

There’s excitement practically from stepping out of the door as the cause of all the late night gull calling recently is uncovered. There’s a juvenile black backed gull in the road and he’s really in the road.

On evidence so far, junior is none too bright as he doesn’t seem to be aware that cars are going to hurt. He’s learned enough to move away from me, but not from moving cars. He’s far too busy constantly mewling for food to pay attention to things like moving cars. What really gets the juvenile moving, however, is a sudden mobbing from a pair of herring gulls. Black backed parents are having none of that though, swooping down from on high and sending the herring gulls packing. Cue much argumentative-sounding calling from the adults and from the juvenile? No prizes for guessing more food calls.

Kids, eh?

Juvenile finally gets some attention from a parent, sending him into full on begging mode and leaving even less brain cells for awareness, which is particularly dangerous as they’re now at a road junction and are literally stopping traffic.

Cars are going past just inches from juvenile – the parent bird having seen the sense of finding a safe perch – but still juvenile mews incessantly.

What’s that? Fast moving metal thing might hurt? I want food!

He strays into the road and then I intervene, hurrying the bird across the road and into a safer spot while the parent birds complain loudly. Gulls, there’s no pleasing them.

Its no point mewling at me, buddy, I’ve got no food for you. Now stay out of the traffic!

I’m so busy thinking about that encounter that I don’t really wake up again until I’m in the copse. It looks so beautiful in the sunlight and shade, with the wind making the leaves sing, but that’s the only noise out of it now. The birdsong days are long past.

In the park I can’t resist a trip around the formal garden just for the scent of the lavender planted there, before heading for the wilder fringes. At the black spruce, Braveheart the squirrel is happy to see me and the bag of nuts. Its just him today, so he’s not in a rush, taking the time to enjoy each nut. After about 5 or 6 nuts he disappears and so do I, off on a wander.

Plodding slowly around the edges of the park where there’s some more stands of nettles. Investigate, but the only creature I see is this splendidly well camouflaged creature:

I have no idea what it is, entymology never was a strong point of mine, but I do smile to see such excellent camouflage.

I loop back around to the black spruce, but there’s no squirrels there now so I head out of the park through the trees. Along the bottom road the wind and the heatwave have worked together and I’m crunching leaves underfoot at almost every step. In July. Leaf crunching in July. What an unusual year this is, I reflect, before hoping that it stays unusual and doesn’t become the new usual.

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Meanwhile, back at the nest. Patch walk, 3rd June 2018.

Bright sun and blue skies today, but the heat hasn’t built up too much in the morning despite there being very little breeze to speak of. The back lane is filled with bird song, blackbird, wren, blue tit, goldfinch and sparrow. Wren is singing in the copse too, but I only have eyes for the nests today.

First stop, great tit nest. Still very active, thankfully, and both parents working hard at feeding. To and fro, to and fro.

I don’t stop long, even though they seem completely unconcerned by my presence. They’re far too busy to care about a nosy birdwatcher. All is calm at the woodpigeon nest, but there’s a hard working nuthatch busy at its nest hole.

Its feeding the little nuthatch face that’s poking out of the nest hole regularly now. How wonderful! Fledging gets ever closer.

Very glad to get beneath the cool-shade embrace of the horse chestnut trees in the park. I’m very fortunate to have such a shady place to explore in the summer. I head straight for the squirrels today, as I know it will be quiet there when so much else of the park is busy with families today. Sure enough it is quiet, and the squirrels are sat amongst the daisies but come tumbling over each other in their haste to get to the food!

Well hello there…

Braveheart and Buddy seem to instinctively take up the same positions as yesterday, before chomping their way through every nut I have with me. I knew I should have restocked before I left. They’re still keen for more, but I have to leave them to it as a busy afternoon beckons.

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