You know something about winter I never gave a shit about before I met you lot? Leaves off trees. Used to hate that. Depressing little bare skeletal things scratching at the sky, dead season, awful. Then you came round with your bird-identifying ways, and turns out you like nests, and so now I have a reason to go skipping down the street with a camera and my head craned back. I prefer to do it on non-drippy days, which rather limits my ability to shoot nests. But with our recent wee break in the weather, I got you lots and lots of nests to be going on with.
Our first joy is a rather large one wedged in the crotch of a tall tree.
Very tall. Very large.
Am I right in thinking this is too orderly to be a crow? Not that I would know. I know how to tell a barn swallow’s nest, and I can sometimes spot a raptor’s nest if it’s very large and has a raptor sitting in it. This one is large, but it hasn’t got a raptor sitting in it, so I dunno.
One can get a bit dizzy staring up the trunk of a tall tree snapping a nest, but for you, I will do nearly anything, even that.
Thing’s wedged in there very well. Amazing what these dinosaur descendants can do with a few sticks and a clever beak.
Other birds use quite a lot of different materials. I’m not sure of all I’m seeing, because this seems rather old and some things are decayed.
But I’d swear I can see plastic in there. And some dangly thing artistically draped. Some of the birds round here seem positive artists.
This one quite intrigued me. It’s quite old – one can tell from the thick moss growing upon it.
Dunno if it’s still in use or not. Probably not. But the thing certainly looks built to last.
So this is a sort of almost wetland area down at the bottom of a hill, with a little stream running along the base (I showed you it a few days ago). There are thickets of these skinny trees, which form an effective screen in the summer time and a rather less effective one in the winter.
And these little nests are all over the place. I found at least three, and there were probably more I didn’t spot.
And they all looked quite ancient, moss-covered and droopy. Of course, they could be created by birds with a keen sense of the antique.
And some of them seem to like situating their abodes in places with nice arched blackberry canes, very picturesque.
So much for the first half of the journey. I cut in to the wetlands after that, expecting to find more, and discovered that while birds round here seem to like street views, not many are impressed with trailside property. No idea why. But there are a few more, and we shall have them next time.