We’re coming to the time of year when I am beginning to hear the birds in the mornings and evenings. I’m going to enjoy it while the morning chorus is at a reasonable time because at our latitude, this slips earlier and earlier until you’re having the wonders of nature forced on you at 4:00am with the dawn light brightening in your eyes for good measure.
One of the birds that I see around much more often in the winter is the robin, a common, but handsome bird that tends to follow me about when I’m doing the winter clearing.
This one was darting around in front of me as I was tidying up the borders, hoping that I would uncover a juicy worm or grub (and wouldn’t eat it). It was singing too while it was keeping me company and certainly made fumbling around in the mud and cold a more enjoyable experience. They seem to disappear off in the spring and summer, but are always back for the autumn and winter.
I’m looking forward to when the risk of frost has pretty much gone and we can take down the greenhouses that have been in front of the patio windows, blocking the view. We’ll be able to see our seed feeder again and resume watching the birds jostling for their turn at the feeder and bathing in the bath.