Friday 10 July
The sparrow nest box at work has a new brood of young in there. It’s very good news and is fuelling my plans for the future use of the outdoor space. I haven’t seen the kestrels for a few days now – it may be due to the damp weather of late?
Typical of this period of lockdown and change, I have noticed something this week that I have never noticed before.
The colours in the trees, the hedgerows and in the fields is much more tired than I have ever realised. Everything looks well-worn and as if it has run out of energy.
I have been lucky to have watched the spring sprint as nature burst from it’s blocks and powered forward. For a month or so, it maintained a furious speed where everything was neon with sound of rampant birdsong as it’s accompanying soundtrack. Bright colours, wild behaviours. Understandably, that pace was not sustainable.
Everything has calmed down now. The newness and excitement has subsided. The birds are quieter and the greens are darker. Summer hasn’t finished yet, the race isn’t run, but everyone and everything needs a rest.
The Bald Birder 