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Starlings wolf-whistle from the trees as pigeons flirt below | Starlings wolf-whistle from the trees as pigeons flirt below |
(7 months later) | |
Beside the Langbrook stream the hawthorn is in bud. Clumps of pure white snowdrops quake in the breeze and whorls of wild arums unfurl glossy arrow-shaped leaves. Crinkled green rosettes of primrose push up through the wizened leaves that litter the bank. The cheery lemon and egg-yolk flowers are beginning to open – a promise of spring. | Beside the Langbrook stream the hawthorn is in bud. Clumps of pure white snowdrops quake in the breeze and whorls of wild arums unfurl glossy arrow-shaped leaves. Crinkled green rosettes of primrose push up through the wizened leaves that litter the bank. The cheery lemon and egg-yolk flowers are beginning to open – a promise of spring. |
Plants are not the only harbingers of the changing season. The squeaky bicycle-pump calls of great tits and the high-pitched quaver of a goldcrest drift down from the canopy. They are joined in a choral dress rehearsal by a robin proclaiming its territory and a lusty blackbird singing from its chimney-stack song post. Starlings tune up by wolf-whistling from their rooftop perches, while a chaffinch repeats its dry, descending trill, never quite managing the final flourish. | Plants are not the only harbingers of the changing season. The squeaky bicycle-pump calls of great tits and the high-pitched quaver of a goldcrest drift down from the canopy. They are joined in a choral dress rehearsal by a robin proclaiming its territory and a lusty blackbird singing from its chimney-stack song post. Starlings tune up by wolf-whistling from their rooftop perches, while a chaffinch repeats its dry, descending trill, never quite managing the final flourish. |
Some birds are already rekindling old relationships or seeking new partners. A pair of woodpigeons nestle together on a fence, preening each other's heads before clasping bills in a prolonged kiss. | Some birds are already rekindling old relationships or seeking new partners. A pair of woodpigeons nestle together on a fence, preening each other's heads before clasping bills in a prolonged kiss. |
I watch two males posture like love-struck teenagers, inflating their bulging pink-flushed chests and bowing low in front of a female. One bobs and turns in circles, cooing huskily, while the other hops stiffly behind the female, attempting to shepherd her away from his rival. | I watch two males posture like love-struck teenagers, inflating their bulging pink-flushed chests and bowing low in front of a female. One bobs and turns in circles, cooing huskily, while the other hops stiffly behind the female, attempting to shepherd her away from his rival. |
Seemingly unimpressed, she flaps up to settle on a hazel branch, but one suitor, not ready to admit defeat, alights beside her. He puffs out his white and iridescent purple-green neck feathers, fans his black-banded tail and sidles towards her. Dipping her head, she shuffles towards him, her interest aroused. | Seemingly unimpressed, she flaps up to settle on a hazel branch, but one suitor, not ready to admit defeat, alights beside her. He puffs out his white and iridescent purple-green neck feathers, fans his black-banded tail and sidles towards her. Dipping her head, she shuffles towards him, her interest aroused. |
Catkins bounce like lambs' tails as he launches himself from the tree with a clatter. He climbs steeply. As he reaches the peak of his flight path he claps his wings together like a whiplash, flashing their white crescent markings at his intended mate as he glides back down. | Catkins bounce like lambs' tails as he launches himself from the tree with a clatter. He climbs steeply. As he reaches the peak of his flight path he claps his wings together like a whiplash, flashing their white crescent markings at his intended mate as he glides back down. |
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