…otherwise known as “how many Sparrows can you fit in a bird bath?” (plus one in the plant saucer on the step underneath the bird bath).
Meet the Sparrows – day four…
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Meet the Sparrows (part three)
Meet the Sparrows (part two)
Meet the Sparrows (part one)
I know the Sparrows arrive in the garden in a flock, but I hadn’t expected them all to want to take a bath at the same time!
It’s Behind You
Not a particularly flattering angle, but I’m still working on my ‘birds in flight’ photo skills.
Crow Fly Over
I thought it was easier to practise photos of birds in flight with the crows – there’s more of them about.
The call of the Buzzard(s)
Hearing the distinctive call of the Buzzard, I expected to spot one or maybe two birds…. I hadn’t expected to see five Buzzards all circling overhead!
They were a bit high up to get a really clear photo, but zooming in on the pictures, it’s definitely 4 regular coloured Buzzards, and one which seems to have paler wings (top right in the second photo).
Leaving the seedheads
We’d planned to cut back the seedheads from the plants this week, but the Goldfinches were still tucking into them – I guess we’ll leave the plants a bit longer yet!
Since when do Pigeons eat berries?
Normally you’d expect to see blackbirds eating the berries, but this morning there were two pigeons tucking in! The berries must be a great delicacy though, as the branches aren’t really that easy for such a large bird to sit on and they looked somewhat uncomfortable.
Obviously that particular branch was now cleared of berries, as he launched himself onto the next branch across.
Then instead of sitting lower down where the berries were easier to reach, he headed straight for the very top, swaying about in the breeze.
Stunning Sunset and Cawing Crows
This particular location tends to be a good place to spot some fantastic sunsets. There were no real reddy hues, but the sunset was a bright yellowy gold instead.
I could hear the crows flying over, and had a feeling they were heading to their favourite trees. Most of them were already perched on a branch when I got there, but suddenly they all started cawing and took off, apparently bickering over which crow got to perch on which branch!
