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Sunday, January 8, 2012

7th January - Some sunshine but mostly dull

Great tits are still singing Spring! Bulbs are shooting up from the ground. Tawny owls are hooting in the evenings :)

Elgar is looking more handsome each day:

Little Larry:

Velvet shank:

Leaf miners:

Big Rob is making himself known in the back garden:

Magnolia tree has many buds:

And a daffodil out in January possibly wishing it shouldn't have bothered! :(

Saturday, December 31, 2011

31st December - it rained!

Oh dear, not the best last day of the year of 2011 - the only photos taken were of Little Larry & Elgar... the rest of the day it rained & blew, no chance to test out the new lens yet!

Happy New Years Eve all! xxx

Friday, December 30, 2011

July - Wildlife Delights 2011

July

1st July

Larry Legs

Red damselfly

Mullein Flower

Mullein Moth

2nd July

Hover-fly - sun fly

5th July

Spear thistle

Godzilla

Devon Summer - rain!

6th July

Ringlet

8th July

Corn marigold

Red soldier beetles

9th July

7 spot ladybird

Red soldier beetles

Pale flax

10th July

Hedgehog

11th July

Swallowtail moth

Ghost moth

Poplar hawkmoth

15th July

1st apple

16th July

Globe thistle

Larry Legs

17th July

Little Larry fledges

Wildflower meadow

20th July

Small copper

21st July

Speckled wood

Meadow Brown

22nd July

Little Larry

23rd July

Little Larry

24th July

Red admiral

Gatekeeper

Larry Legs

25th July

Female blackbird

Little Larry

26th July

Little Larry

Larry Legs

27th July

Green veined white

28th July

Little Larry

29th July

Bumble bee & honeysuckle

Speckled wood

Grasshopper

30th July

Storm brewing, view of village church

Little Larry

Robin's aren't just for Christmas (2011)

Just now, it seems I’ve known them for ever. The dearest, sweetest - and I suppose, red-est - friends I’ve ever had. Two robins, one called Larry Legs and the other (one of his fledglings), Little Larry. Although as I write this, he’s not so little anymore.

It was in April, in fact, that I first noticed a very distinctive, elegant bird, gazing at me from out of the hawthorn. A robin unmistakably. But not just any old robin. It was his legs. Long and thin like stilts. Back straight as a Royal.

Continued...

I’d just started to feed the garden birds live mealworms - easy when you get used to it - to help them feed their young. At first they stayed away, uncertain of what was on offer. ‘That’s no worm,’ I heard them tweet. So I drowned a few and left them on the bird table (live ones would have crawled off).

And that seemed to work - except for the bird I’d seen in the hawthorn. He was having none of it. I could see the table from out of my study window, and there was the robin staring straight back at me. Then he started to have a tantrum. I stood mesmerised.

He picked up a dead worm, stamped his feet, then threw it back on the table. Not just once, but repeatedly. This bird was angry. And he was telling me in no uncertain terms. ‘I want live - these things are dead!’

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And that was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I sped outside, placed a bowl of live worms on the granite mushroom - a proper, authentic one - then sat on the bench and waited. He came immediately. The small robin on stilts. He gobbled up a few and then took a couple more away. Within minutes he was back. I’d won his appetite but, as yet, not his heart.

Now I’m one those people who can’t help naming some of the wild creatures who come in regularly to the garden. I have, for example, Mr. & Mrs. Lupin the hedgehogs, Jeremy the bank vole and Palmer (after Samuel) the barn owl.

But what was I to call this amazing robin? Then I remembered the Bonzo Dog Do Dah Band (how strange the mind is). One of them was called Larry Legs. Perfect.

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Larry (with Mrs. Larry) was clearly raising a family. He started coming to me every day. I’d put out food for all the other birds. But Larry just wanted complete, personal attention. He’d stand upright on the bench, flap his wings as if begging, and then follow me into the garage where he knew I kept the worms. He’d perch on the dustbin lid, watching me open the box. Once the worms were on the ground (his own little patch) Larry would whizz down, pack them in his beak, and then fly off like a little red arrow to feed the scrum of gaping mouths in the nest.

I photographed Larry with a passion. And he took to modelling almost as much as to worms. I never encouraged him to feed from my hand, but one day he had no choice. He was surrounded by dozens of demanding house sparrows and tut-tutting, scolding blackbirds - notably Mr. & Mrs. Elgar and their siblings, the Godzillas (but that’s another story).

So, being Larry, he simply jumped the queue. He flew straight onto my hand where I’d quickly placed a few worms.

And then came the moment. I suppose it’s the sudden realization that you’re in love and that you’re loved in return.

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Instead of taking one of the wriggling victims on my hand immediately, Larry paused. He looked straight into my eyes and held them for several seconds. It said everything. A precious moment in time. This was trust, respect, an understanding between both of us. ‘I will always look after you Larry Legs,’ I said. And he knew it.

Late in July, Larry appeared with two fledglings. (I never did locate the nest but I knew it was somewhere close to the front garden.) A few days later, while dad sat high up on a branch singing - as dads do - I stood watching the children. One of them hopped to the front, and I began to take his picture. He let me get closer and closer. I switched over to a macro lens. And suddenly I was inches from his beak. The shots were amazing.

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The events which unfolded from hereon have, I suppose, taken over much of my life. For this was the start of Little Larry. Not only a chip off the old block. But I have to think, a bird simply from somewhere else. Numinous, more intelligent than any of us. He knows something we don’t know. And that’s all I know. Except that I’m crazy about Little Larry.

I’ve watched this little bird practically every day, photographing his transformation from a speckled brown fledgling into a brand new robin with a smart grey school cap and red blazer.

Throughout Little Larry’s development, Larry Legs watched over him - his offspring following him around and copying all of his habits. He would hop into the garage after him and stand at my feet as if begging too.