Stumped

About five years ago a rather large tree of Common Lime, Tilia x europaea, growing on Byfield's playing fields, was cut down for, as far as I could see, no obvious reason. It left a stump about one metre high.

It would inevitably be attacked by fungi; it was just a matter of time and on a visit today it could be seen that the attack was well under way. The species involved was Trametes versicolor, aka Coriolus versicolor. The fruit body is often distinctly marked with concentric rings in brown, cream and buff , giving it the common name of Turkey Tail, but it is very variable.


Trametes versicolor attacks a tree stump. Bufield,

Northants. 30 January, 2017

In the specimens in question the fruiting bodies were fundamentally grey but with a distinct edging of white. It is extremely common and could be regarded as the most widespread of all Britain's macro-fungi clearly playing a major role in the decomposition of many woodland trees.

Its common name of Turkey-tail is often appropriate but

not in this case.

But chemicals contained within this fungus are also under investigation for the prevention of cancer recurrence.
On a completely different issue I noticed that the berries of Stinking Gladdon, Iris foetidissima, growing nearby, appeared to be untouched. Although we have only had one snowfall this January there have been some very sharp frosts.

Stinking Gladdon, aka roast Beef Plant. Byfield, Northants.

30 January, 2017

The berries of this iris are, with their bright orange-red colour, clearly designed to attract birds and this dispersal strategy seems very effective, with plants widely scattered both in Byfield and in Daventry. Nevertheless it seems clear that these berries, frosts or no frosts, are only taken after more palatable options have been exhausted. In Northamptonshire the plant is best regarded as a neophyte, in other words a plant which, though originally alien, has arrived and taken on a wild state since 1500 CE. Though a neophyte in our county it is presumed native in Southern Britain where it occurs on well-drained calcareous soils usually near the sea.

Alders

Warning: unless you enjoy  mind-numbing tedium, please leave this blog immediately!
Britain's native alder is the rather sticky-leaved Alnus glutinosa. It is widespread in our county, growing beside rivers and streams and is also frequent in wet woodlands, where it produces its catkins from February through to early April. Its seeds are interesting because they contain air-tight cavities and these, together with an oil protecting them from wet, allow them to float unharmed throughout the winter to germinate on mud or damp soil in the spring.
The Italian Alder, Alnus cordata, is widely planted both as a street tree and in gardens and in urban areas it is perhaps the commonest alder. Its flowering times are similar to those of our native alder but the species is rarely self-sown. Perhaps our climate is too far removed from its home in southern Italy and Corsica.
The third species likely to be encountered is the exceptionally hardy Grey Alder, Alnus incana. I have certainly seen it growing beside streams in, for example, Byfield, but its habit of suckering makes it a potential nuisance in gardens. However, it flowers early with its catkins appearing in January or even December, so when I saw an alder in Daventry today I immediately suspected, as it bore hundreds of catkins, that it was this species. But... 

Alder catkins. Daventry, 24 January, 2017

What was I looking at? Perhaps it wasn't  A. incana at all; the trunk just wasn't right; the word 'incana' means hoary or grey, and the trunk I photographed seemed at best only slightly grey-ish. Furthermore this specimen showed no signs of suckers - and yet the male catkins were present and obvious.

Did the female catkins offer a clue? Only last year's 'cones' were to be found and they were of no obvious help but when I gave them a tap a few seeds fell out; they were flat and wrinkled, rather than the smooth and plump propagules I might expect. From this I concluded that the trees - and there were several in the area - were probably hybrids, perhaps A. glutinosa x A. incana, otherwise referred to as A. x pubescens.

Last year's female 'cones, now dry and hard. Daventry, 24 January, 2017

Does all this matter? Probably not (but at least it kept me from grinding my teeth over the latest choleric outpourings of the Daily Mail and surely that has to be 'a good thing').
One interesting point is perhaps worth making: Italian Alder is host to an aphid, Crypturaphis grassii. It is a distinctively coloured insect found on the foliage of this species and nowhere else, and since its first recording in 1998 is rapidly spreading across Britain. If it turns up on this tree, that will be conclusive. So aldermen/women, watch this space.



Boddington Reservoir

It has been some months since I visited Boddington Reservoir but yesterday, finding myself in nearby Byfield with an hour or so to kill, I paid the area a visit. The reservoir itself was about two-thirds frozen over with a couple of dozen Canada Geese, Branta canadensis, cruising around the ice-free area. I decided to give the reservoir itself a miss and instead strolled along the west bank of the main feeder stream which comes in from the north. Unsurprisingly it too was frozen over and offered little of obvious interest.

A small rivulet feeds Boddington Reservoir. 22 January, 2017

On the banks grew teasels, Dipsacus fullonum, the prickly seed-heads by now stripped of seeds, probably by Goldfinches or a congeneric species.

Teasels found a home on the banks. 22 January, 2017

A couple of metres away grew Lesser Burdock, Arctium minus. The two plants may appear superficially similar but differ in important ways. The seeds of the teasel, as suggested, are distributed largely by birds whereas the seed-heads of burdock cling to the coats of wild animals and, as most children soon learn, by us, and may be carried for several kilometres before becoming dislodged. In fact the two plants belong to separate families, the teasels in the Dipsacaceae (in old books, Dipsaceae) and the burdock in the Daisy Family, Asteraceae (old books, Compositae). Both are valuable to insects for the nectar yielded by their flowers.

Burdocks too found it a congenial home. 22 January, 2017

I pressed on, passing a rather fine oak and, a little beyond, a wind turbine, its blades gently swishing. Except for the occasional car on the nearby road, all was silent. For me the structure is an impressive feature and whilst accepting that, in the wrong place, these turbines can be an eyesore, I feel that this site could have accommodated one or maybe two more.

Would an extra turbine have done any harm? Near Boddington, Northants.

22 January, 2017

A little further on, and for no apparent reason, the ice on the feeder stream disappeared. A kingfisher, Alcedo atthis, had been taking advantage of this open water but flashed away in a blur of startling blue as I approached. In severe weather these birds can face real hardship and, although a few years ago newspapers carried a photograph of a kingfisher diving through a hole in the ice, these frozen conditions often lead to high mortality rates. Hopefully this severe spell will come to an end before a complete freeze-up occurs. Tradition has it that halcyon days are the days when the kingfisher mates and I had assumed that the word halcyon was derived from the word Alcedo; etymology supports this idea but only in a rather oblique way.

This had me puzzled. Near Boddington, Northants. 22 January, 2017

Another hundred yards or so brought me to a simple bridge. I had been aware for some years that a nature reserve existed in the area but, had it not been for the sign attached to the bridge, I would have been unaware of its location. I am still not much clearer as this 'nature reserve' appears on no maps nor could I find any mention of it on the web pages of Natural England (which is the successor to English Nature).


Owl box in oak tree. Near Boddington, Northants. 22 January, 2017

An owl nesting box in an oak tree was the only obvious sign of conservation work. As for wildlife, most creatures were sensibly hidden away with only the empty shell of a Brown-lipped Snail, Cepaea nemoralis, remaining to hint at the area's possibilities.

There was no one at home. Shell of Brown-lipped Snail. 22 January, 2017

Time to turn and retrace my steps but not before carefully examining a small (1cm diameter) fungus protruding from the trunk of a dead oak. I am quite prepared to believe that it is a common species but I have been through my books and trawled the internet, all to no avail. Anyone out there...?

??? Near Boddington, 22 January, 2017

Tony White. e-mail: diaea@yahoo.co.uk

 

All for a visit to the bank.

In 1934-5 the Red Army of the Communist Party of China undertook the Long March. It has since been estimated to have totalled more than 9000 kilometres over 370 days, all to avoid the clutches of the Chinese Nationalist Party, the Kuomintang. The soldiers must have found it pretty gruelling, but then they never had to walk from Stefen Hill into Daventry's town centre on a wet January morning in order to visit Lloyds Bank. Of course I didn't have to do it: I could have jumped into my Ford Coprolith and driven there but the shame would have been more than I could bear.


No, I was 'keeping fit'. It would be good for me. 'But you can do it on the telephone!' Chris pointed out, but no, I strode forth with shoulders thrown back, an imaginary band performing stirring martial music to set the blood pounding...for the first one hundred yards. After a while a more thoughtful, sober mood set in and after another hundred yards I concluded that my actions were probably certifiable.  But I looked down at my hands, reminding myself that my bent fingers were the consequence of Dupuytren's Contracture, a genetic fault said to denote Viking ancestry. Another hundred yards on and I concluded that the Vikings probably didn't bank with Lloyds either.
Thankfully the rain began to ease off and I was able to throw back my coat hood and raise my eyes. Now Daventry has many good points but dramatic landscapes aren't among them but I remembered a remark made by my friend Bernard Tisley, who pointed out then when you regularly write a blog you tend to be on the lookout for material.
Mid-January and a Eucalyptus was flowering at the roadside and from its flowers, its attractive cream and brown bark - and the fact that it is hardy - confirmed it was Eucalyptus gunnii. This is often called the Cider Gum, not that it is associated with real cider but from it a sweet sap can be tapped in a similar way to maple syrup.

Eucalyptus gunnii flowers, Daventry, 17 January, 2017

This tree has been awarded the Award of Garden Merit by the Royal Horticultural Society.

Speaking of maples, I passed several specimens on my walk - mostly Field Maples, Acer campestre. Twelve months ago I would have stated that it was in the Aceraceae but recent genetic work has placed it in the Sapinadaceae. The Horse Chestnut, Aesculus hippocastanum (which I also passed) has met a similar fate. Once in its own family, the Hippocastanaceae, this too has been put in the Soapberry family, the Sapindaceae. So the sycamore and the conker now share the same family as the lychee, Litchi chinensis. Changes over recent years have been almost bewildering but the link between Horse Chestnuts and other members of the soapberries is interesting. Many of the Soapberries contain saponins in their make-up, as does the foliage of Horse Chestnuts, and I remember as a child reading that conkers and their leaves could be used to make soap. Seventy years later and it all starts to make sense. 

Stamp collecting

'Science is either physics or stamp collecting.' This famous remark by the physicist Ernest Rutherford is largely true, but I must defend the 'stamp collecters', a fraternity to which I undoubtedly belong. Perhaps zoology or botany can become too laboratory-based, for in recent years concern has been expressed over the extent to which students reading for a degree in a field such as 'Plant Sciences' can leave university and not be able to identify more than a handful of common wild flowers. They have hardly visited a 'field' at all.
Does this matter? I think it does, and an obvious example from entomology makes the point: for how long would the dearth of bumble bees have gone unnoticed had 'stamp collectors' not picked up on this and drawn attention to a potentially catastrophic situation? Butterflies such as the Small Tortoiseshell, Aglais urticae, and the Duke of Burgundy, Hamearis lucina, make interesting case studies. The former remains a familiar insect but although its larval food plant, the Stinging Nettle, remains abundant the butterfly has nevertheless shown a significant decline. Why? The latter, once known as 'Mr Vernon's Small Fritillary' was never as familiar as the Small Tortoiseshell but its habitat of woodland clearings is now less common and in Wiltshire, for example, although it was known from 126 sites in the 1980's, a recent survey only found it in 23 locations. Laboratory work would never have revealed this problem.
So what brought on these profound ruminations? Have I had a devastating eureka moment? Not a bit of it. But these thoughts passed through what I refer to as my mind when I was looking at some common lichens and mosses on trees alongside Christchurch Drive, a stone's throw from our house. As far as I am aware all the organisms I noted are ubiquitous species. There was, for example, the lichen, Ramalina fastigiata, on twigs.


The lichen Ramalina fastigiata found adjacent to Christchurch Road,

Daventry, 17 January, 2017

Also present was a jelly fungus, Tremella mesenterica, again on a twig. This is also very widespread but often overlooked as it is inconspicuous when dry. Was it worth recording and reporting? The answer is surely yes.

The jelly fungus Tremella mesenterica can be eye-catching when wet.

Christchurch Road, Daventry, 17 January, 2017

Suppose an insidious pathogen were to attack and drive the lichen or fungus towards extinction, with serious knock-on effects. Or perhaps an atmospheric pollutant caused a dramatic reduction in its range.  The nature of the problem would probably be determined by laboratory work but it would be recording by the amateur naturalist, aka the 'stamp collector', that would flag up the problem.
The truth is of course that the philatelists and physicists are mutually dependent and perhaps we should regard their relationship as symbiotic which, under the circumstances, is surely an appropriate term.

Peaflowers and Pigeons

Our Coronilla valentina shrub is just coming into flower and, although particularly cold weather is forecast, it should bear its pretty, bright, lemon-yellow flowers over the next few weeks. Despite being a native of southern Portugal and Mediterranean regions it is reasonably hardy and is apparently naturalised in a few places, notably south Devon. But to be on the safe side I have positioned it facing south-east and close to the house. This is a dry part of the garden but, given its home on dry hillsides, this shouldn't be a problem. It belongs to the Fabaceae, a family which includes peas, lupins and laburnum.

Coronilla valentina in our garden at Stefen Hill, Daventry.

11 January, 2017

It was introduced to Britain as long ago as 1596 and it has been deservedly popular ever since. Its rather gorse-like flowers are pleasantly scented, apparently reminding some people of ripe peaches and its neat, evergreen, slightly glaucous foliage is a bonus. Apparently its common names include 'Shrubby Scorpion-vetch' and 'Bastard Senna'. I'm not sure about the last name but Bloody Cranesbill, Geranium sanguineum, grows nearby and I am plagued by a clump of sodding Stinging Nettle, Urtica dioica, also not far away.
When I ventured out this morning to photograph the plant I saw a dead Woodpigeon, Columba palumbus, at the roadside. It's passing won't be lamented; I doubt any local farmers will be wearing black.

The specific name simply comes from the Latin palumbus - a dove. An old Scottish name for it is Cushie-doo, a rather affectionate-sounding name that belies its status as a pest with a current UK population of around eleven millions.  So common and reviled is it that specimens taken in mist-nets rarely seem to get ringed and certainly the specimen I examined today was ringless - unless you count the ring-like patch of white feathers on the neck which give it the alternative name of Ring Dove. I left it there, where a fox or crow may get to work on the corpse.

Kentle Wood: a new year

It has been some months since I last visited Kentle Wood; many weeks since I last scaled the absurdly complicated entrance stile. There is probably a government leaflet somewhere proffering advice about this: https://consult.defra.gov.uk/irritating.stiles./2g7au/is. But be careful: one tiny typo and you'll get guidance on sustainable scallop dredging, which is all very well if you live on the coast but... Incidentally I recently heard Julia Bradbury on BBC TV trot out the absurd yet-oft-repeated statement that  'nowhere in Britain are you more than 75 miles from the coast.' Try walking from Daventry to the sea, gal. I reckon that our nearest bit of coast is near Holbeach in Lincolnshire and is about 86 miles away.

Now, having got that off my chest, where was I? Ah. Clambering over the stile.
Just before reaching the gate stands a small clump of Snowberry, Symphoricarpos albus. I wrote a little about this very familiar North American shrub recently ('Ashby Fields' 24 November) but omitted to mention a curious fact: although the plump white berries contain seeds with apparently well-developed embryos, these seeds rarely germinate and little success has been had with this method of propagation even by professionals. And yet on the continent the species is spreading steadily by seed. It may be that the seeds need to pass through the gut of a bird and in Germany Greenfinches, Carduelis chloris consume the berries avidly. Only rarely are seedlings found in Britain.

The weather was lovely and, although I had no expectations of finding anything out of the ordinary, there was a spring in my limp. As expected, the trees were largely bare but Beech, Fagus sylvatica, was still carrying its russet foliage - one of the factors making it such a good windbreak when used as a hedge.

Quite unsurprisingly the coppiced hazels carried great numbers of catkins and the brownish, rather withered condition of some suggested that they had been out for the best part of a month. 

A clamorous noise made me look up to the sky where a Buzzard, Buteo subbuteo, was being harried by four crows. The buzzard neither swerved nor deviated in any way, serenely following its chosen path. Once it is beyond their territory I am guessing that the crows will lose interest.
Logs carefully lifted to one side revealed two species of Carabid beetle, known to coleopterists as Ground Beetles. As children in Northampton my friends and I always referred to them as 'rain beetles' and I note that in Lancashire, according to Peter Marren's excellent 'Bugs Britannica', they were known as 'rain clocks', apparently because if one was trodden on there would surely be rain the next day. One of those found today was the very common Leistus spinibarbis with a lovely blue iridescent sheen, whilst the other was the slightly larger and probably even commoner Nebria brevicollis.
A number of apples trees have been planted and they still carried large quantities if fruit. In my experience they are only readily consumed after they have fallen to the ground. I should be able to establish the taxon to which these apples belong when their foliage has fully developed.

A new industrial complex has been established to the east of Kentle Wood and it is separated from the woodland by a steep bank. Literally hundreds of trees have been planted on the slope with the object, presumably, of stabilising the bank and screening the large buildings still being erected, but they will surely encourage more wildlife.

Ok, nothing to get the heart racing, but pleasant enough and it is, after all, a very new woodland. It was pleasing to note that more lichens are becoming established. On the trunk of just one cherry tree I noted five species of lichen and doubtless many more escaped my not-very eagle eye.


Tony White: diaea@yahoo.co.uk

Midwinter flowers

Last year, between the 1st and 4th of January, members of the Botanical Society of the British Isles recorded 635 taxa of flowers in bloom. The word 'taxa' is a convenient word to use as a taxon can refer to any biological group, whereas a species can be rather more difficult to pin down. For example I noted a Hebe (Veronica) in flower earlier today. I could have tried to ascribe a species name to it but most of these popular garden shrubs are hybrids. But a taxon it certainly was - and that must suffice. I am not sure what the criteria were for the survey but garden plants must certainly have been included and it is worth bearing in mind that the survey area included the Isles of Scilly and, presumably, the Channel Islands.


I had until today forgotten this survey and therefore have not been on the lookout for plants in flower but casually, including Veronica plants, I have noticed Pot Marigold (Calendula officinalis), Rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis), Hazel (Corylus avellanus), Nipplewort (Lapsana communis), Shepherd's Purse (Capsella bursa-pastoris), Chickweed (Stellaria media), Yarrow (Achillea millefolium),White Dead-nettle (Lamium album), Winter-flowering Jasmine (Jasminum nudiflorum), Gorse (Ulex europaeus), Garrya (Garrya elliptica), Mahonia (Mahonia hybrid) and Groundsel (Senecio vulgaris).

Groundsel (Senecio vulgaris), Stefen Hill, Daventry. 5 January, 2017

Only a dozen or so plants, but it must be agreed that the East Midlands is hardly the most balmy area in Britain.


My morning walk through The Grange area of Daventry added nothing to the list nor, to be honest, did I expect it to. But my pulse quickened [Ed. don't be so dramatic, your pulse did nothing of the kind!] as I saw an Elder bush some 50-60 metres away bearing orange patches of what was surely an odd lichen.

A deceitful Elder bush. The Grange, Daventry. 5 January, 2017

My hopes were shattered [Ed. There you go again. What's got into you today?] when I realised that they were patches of spray-paint, marking branches that were encroaching the footpath and due to be removed.

It must be admitted that Elder (Sambucus nigra) can be a bit of a nuisance but perhaps we do it an injustice. Birds relish the berries as do bank voles and dormice, while moths feeding on the leaves include White Spotted Pug, Swallowtail, Dot Moth and Buff Ermine. The Elder Aphid forms colonies on the twigs and these in turn help to sustain ladybirds. And then there are the uses to which humans put the tree. Elderflower cordials and presses have become very popular in recent year and Elderberry wine has always been popular with amateur wine makers. (For more information on this topic I recommend an article, 'Superior Merits of a Troublesome Weed' by Prendergast and Dennis, contained in British Wildlife, Volume 8, No 5.)

As is often the case I seem to have wandered off the topic suggested by this blog's title, but I got carried away rather. Anyway, after my disappointment with the Elder tree I walked on for a mile or so under a lovely blue sky, against which a Birch tree stood out beautifully, and returned home for a nice 'cuppa'.

The Pot Marigold

My last blog, 'Winter Pollination,' had largely concentrated on yellow flowers currently in bloom. I omitted mention of the Pot Marigold, Calendula officinalis, as it is not a true spring flower but is a species still in bloom from last summer. This long period of flowering is alluded to in its name as the Latin calendae is the first day of the month and the day on which interest is to be paid; sometimes the payment of interest, it seems, takes a long time! And it will come as no surprise to find that the vernacular name refers to the Virgin Mary and the word gold. Marigold scrambles through a fence not far from our house, with frost and biting winds rendering it progressively more tatty.  This plant is not to be confused with species of Tagetes, known variously as French Marigold, African Marigold and so on.

It probably originated in southern or south-east Europe but has been introduced to so many other regions, often escaping, that its range as a wild plant has been obscured.  It was one of those plants which, although originally introduced by apothecaries as a medicinal plant, soon became grown for its aesthetic qualities. (Feverfew, Tanacetum parthenium, probably has a similar history.)

The Pot Marigold has been valued for centuries and my old copy of 'Potter's Cyclopaedia of Botanical Drugs and Preparations' (1923 edition and therefore almost a century old) refers to it as a stimulant and diaphoretic, the latter word referring to its ability to induce sweating. Here in the 21st century an oil extracted from the plant is still much valued in the field of alternative medicine.
A closely related species is Calendula arvensis, rather like a scaled-down version of C. officinalis and a species which I frequently find in arable fields in southern Europe. I was intrigued when I opened my copy of Potter's Herbal and the following newspaper cutting fluttered out:

 I have so far been unable to date this cutting but I suspect it is from the 1930's. The Morning Post amalgamated with The Daily Telegraph in 1937. I tracked down an entry in the journal 'Bee World' for June, 1939 which informed us that 'Captain N.H.Turner is resigning from the editorship of Beekeeping prior to his departure for Canada'. Captain Turner's assessment of bee sting deaths as 'extremely rare' needs to be treated with caution. I do not have the latest statistics but government figures state that in 2010 five people in the U.K. died by being stung by 'bees, hornets or wasps'.


Well, I seem to have drifted a little off topic but the history of the Pot Marigold - and its relatives - is an intriguing one. It is now available in a wide range of sizes, colours and flower form and is worthy of a place in the garden, although I personally try to avoid double flowers ('flore pleno') as they are of little interest to insects.
There is a lot more to this popular little annual than meets the eye.

Winter pollination

When we think of pollination it is natural to consider, first of all, obvious agents in the process such as bees. But in the winter, apart from the occasional spring-like day, conditions for insects are not auspicious.

Hazel catkins, Western Avenue, Daventry. 3 January, 2017

This thought crossed my mind as I walked home from Daventry earlier today and saw that the catkins on hazel bushes were 'open for business'. The paucity of insects is of course no consequence for catkin-bearers as the wind does the job of pollination. Indeed, an early start in the year, before surrounding trees are bearing foliage, is probably helpful.

Garrya elliptica, Park Leys, Daventry. 3 January, 2017

Colour is of no importance either and a Garrya elliptica shrub which I passed a little further on reinforced this point. The catkins may be lovely silky structures, but colourful they ain't. Incidentally the Garrya is a dioecious species and on the female plants the catkins are insignificant: only the male is generally grown.

Where the job of pollination is down to insects the flowers need to stand out in what are often gloomy conditions, and it seems that yellow is the colour of choice. Gorse, Ulex europaeus, is famed for being in flower at any time of the year, but it is in winter that its flowers are most appreciated, not just by us but by the occasional bumble bee stirred from its winter torpor by an unseasonably warm day.

Gorse bushes are found in several areas around Daventry

My walk from Daventry was brightened - literally - by other yellow-flowering shrubs. Several gardens found room for Mahonias, usually as one of the many hybrids available. Some had almost ceased flowering whilst in other cases they were yet to come into bloom. In my youth thse relatives of Berberis were, with the exception of the Oregon Grape, Mahonia aquifolium, not often grown; now they seem indispensable.

A Mahonia hybrid, London Road, Daventry. 3 January, 2017

And of course there was the yellow-flowered jasmine, Jasminum nudiflorum, spilling over a wall  in a shower of gold. Fragrance would seen a valuable attribute in attracting winter insects but unlike the Mahonias - or indeed summer-flowering jasmine - this species is scentless.


Jasminum nudiflorum, Park leys, Daventry. 3 January, 2017

Any day now I expect to find Daphne laureola bearing its yellow-green flowers and, shortly afterwards, the brassy yellow blooms of Forsythia intermedia (probably a true species rather than, as originally thought, a hybrid) and, in sheltered spots, celandines, Ranunculus ficaria, or Golden Guineas, to use on old Northamptonshire name.


I was in Dorset a few days ago and there a few daffodils were in bloom.           


                             She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
                             She wore her greenest gown;
                             She turned to the south wind
                             And curtsied up and down;
                             She turned to the sunlight
                             And shook her yellow head,
                             And whispered to he neighbour:
                                     'Winter is dead'


                                                             A.A.Milne,  When we were young




Well, far from dead yet, but...


                                                      

New Year, 2017

A Happy New Year to you all!
The rain streams down and despite reasonably mild conditions thoughts of a morning walk are quickly abandoned. A party of Long-tailed Tits, Aegithalos caudatus, passes though, their contact calls of tsee, tsee, tsee piercing the gloom. They ignore the food we've put out, intent on investigating the hazel and passion flowers for tiny invertebrates. This species is not related to the 'true' tits such as the Blue Tit but belongs to the Aegathalidae whereas the Blue Tits, Great Tits and so on are members of the Paridae (known in North America as chickadees). We have a fairly large cat population in the neighbourhood and these may explain why our bird table receives only a modest number of visits, but the remaining passion fruits beside the garage wall have been hollowed out, presumably by birds although I have not witnessed their visits.
I do little 'birding 'nowadays but an enforced morning in allows my thoughts to dwell on these creatures. A blackbird perches stoically on a nearby fence, ruffling its feathers from time to time, creating a little shower of water droplets. Its bright orange bill shows it is a male and it is keeping an eye on a potential rival a few metres away. It can't be a quarrel over a female as a couple are nearby, watching for a potential spat, so I suspect it is more about territorial boundaries. Food isn't currently a problem (although a predicted harsh spell could change that) since, although the rowan berries have long gone, holly is available where trees have not been stripped for Christmas decorations.

In some places holly is still plentiful. Byfield, Northants.

2 January, 2017

And yellow-berried shrubs still bear fruit. This tendency for yellow- and white-berried fruits to be ignored (low down on the pecking order!) has often been commented on but birds will be glad of them later.

Yellow 'berries' on cotoneaster. Byfield, Northants. 2 January, 2017

Other than blackbirds we only receive visits from robins, dunnocks, wrens, chaffinches and house sparrows; even feral pigeons eschew our garden.Corvids pass over, quite high up, and they are probably crows, although around Daventry there is a healthy population of rooks. These are already gathering excitedly around old rookeries. I don't believe they are yet mating but with day length now increasing their gonads will respond. Rooks. Corvus frugilegus, are among the earliest birds to nest and a February start is not uncommon. To build a nest high in a tree prior to the development of foliage means that these structures are seriously exposed but the species is very successful so they must be getting something right. The older birds will refurbish old nests but if no such nest is available then a young pair will obviously have to start from scratch. I pass a few rookeries regularly and will be looking for birds carrying twigs.
Four members of the crow family are seen regularly around here: Carrion Crow, Rook, Jackdaw and Magpie. Ravens pass over with some regularity and the occasional Jay is to be heard screeching in the nearby Stefen Leys Pocket Park. That leaves only Choughs, a crow confined to cliffs in south-west Britain.
Mixed gatherings of gulls gather on nearby fields and I'll go through them over the next few days to look for any oddities.