Four seasons in five minutes
The weather the last few days has been changeable to say the least! I went out with Scamp in sunshine, which suddenly disappeared as if someone had switched the light off, as it began to rain…then snow…then hail. In two minutes the grass was white over, while Scamp jumped up happily, snapping at the air trying to catch hailstones. She must have thought they were tiny tennis balls.
But once the sun came out again, so did nature. The Parakeets were side by side on a branch, a Blackbird zoomed in front of me, flying so low that leaves were disturbed and fluttered up in its wake; and Long-tailed Tits chased each other. The Magpies were particularly vocal too, chattering away to one another in their finery (and they do seem to be looking particularly fine and bright and clean currently).
In the wooded section near the railway, two Blue Tits seemed to be having a competition as to who could out-sing the other. Nearby, a Great Tit joined in the symphony with its own unique song. It sounds slightly churlish to describe the song of the Great Tit as being like a squeaky gate squeaking in the wind, blowing back and forth, but that’s what it always reminds me of. It is a very melodic squeaky gate, though.
And when I popped out on the other side of the trees, a perfect line of eight Pigeons had formed, moving in unison as the combed the grass for food. They reminded me of police doing a fingertip search of an area.
As I moved on, I received a telling off from a little robin on the ground, it’s red chest making it somehow almost invisible against the scattering of brown leaves. It flew up onto a branch and eyed me rather indignantly, chirruping at me in annoyed fashion for disturbing it. Robins are notoriously feisty!