The patchwork of bright Spring sunshine, glittering on the wet daffodils, has alternated with heavy grey clouds and short, sharp showers. Here it is enlivened by the local wind that comes around the corner of the Eildon Hills and straight up the village main street. Locally, it’s called ‘a lazy wind’ because it doesn’t go around you, it goes through you.
Today, there was a solitary jackdaw on the grass. Not as big as the others I think it might be one of last year’s brood. Anyway the little birds were ignoring it and it wasn’t monopolizing the peanut feeder, so I let it be. It was enthusiastically pecking away at a slice of melon rind I had put out…the melon wasn’t as ripe as I’d hoped, so I put it out for the birds. The jackdaw was the only one who seemed to like it, certainly there was none of the wild enthusiasm of the blackbirds if you put out an overripe pear for them.
In between the showers, blue tits and great tits, blackbird and reed bunting, greenfinch and ring doves and sparrows…and the robin.
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