My garden, like many others I suspect, is a busy place at the moment with plants bursting into growth and birds nurturing their young. I am replenishing the feeders and the bird tables daily and the bird bath shows regular evidence of some very grubby activity! The main culprits seem to be,
and their youngsters!
They are also eating voraciously, they storm into the garden in gangs announcing their presence with loud squawks and squabbling fiercely, with the juveniles loudly clamouring for attention from their attentive parents,
Till every word and note with truth should ring,
With all the skill my lips and tongue impart,
With all the warmth and passion of my heart.'
Of course the Starlings are not the only ones feeding their young at the moment, it is obvious from the frenzied activity, and sometimes unkempt appearance of so many adult birds, that they are busily engaged in bringing up their families.
Go, bird of no pretensions,
Fly aloft, treble-voiced tit,
Dear the one at one with me,
From the south to my sweetheart.
A happy piping pipe, the world to please;
You of the jet-black head with parting grey,
Grey feathered check, and unassuming coat.
Again I hear your quick continuous note
Of friendly invitation. Peck away!
(Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley)
It ever speaks of thee;
And tells me, none could be so true
As thou art, love to me.'
Presiding spirit here today,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.'
I have been pleased to see the Robin more in evidence lately as I had wondered if it had been scared away by a cat or worse!
In the boughs above, on the sward below,
Chirping and singing the live day long.'
'Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a rail,
Niddle, naddle went his head;
Wig, wag went his tail.'
The wind of summer is a soft music
Scarlet and orange, flaming and golden
The strange bright dancers move to music.'
The Ceanothus is looking lovely at the moment, I do think all the rain last Summer has benefited the garden this year.