Since the new year rains the garden has been bursting with noise and activity. Overhead the fish eagle and crowned eagle, the goshawk and the YB kite; In the trees the trumpeter and crowned hornbills; In the garden toppies (black-capped bulbul), yellow-bellied bulbul, GT and cardinal woodpeckers, brown-hooded kingfisher and FT drongos dipping into the poolContinue reading “Birdfest”
At last some good rain. And the flying ants are out in force! Wings and scurrying bodies everywhere, clustered around our lights. “We’ll have fat geckos and I hope the owls and nightjars have a feast, Tom! Even the monkeys will love it if they’re still around tomorrow” Grumble grumble I don’t like them heContinue reading “Rain and Meals on Wings”
Last year a pair of black flycatchers nested on our patio. They decided junior’s safety was paramount so they chose our (ahem! long-neglected) cycling helmets as a cosy base. *click on pic* to see the bird
Just because they’re beautiful. He looks big but he’s tiny: Those are blades of lawn grass he’s crawling on.
Today’s the third morning I’ve watched an urgent, furious ruckus in my front garden. A bird screaming its head off while furiously chasing another like a fighter jet in hot pursuit. So fast that I couldn’t get a good view as the target dashed in and out of the copse of trees and shrubs. IContinue reading “Early Morning Aerial Dogfight”
We were moving don’t ask me why. I would happily die here, I said to Aitch. “It’s outside the best schools’ catchment area” Aitch said to me. Which was why I was loading stuff into a rented trailer after fifteen years in River Drive. Look, it wasn’t a bad trailer. It was – OK, itContinue reading “Moving? Don’t use Swanie’s Van Lines!”