Back in a place I've not been for a long while. And just spent time looking out the window at the bird table outside. All the action and frenzy and chattering! I realised I don't care what the birds are (although I did make a list and verified markings in a bird book…), just that they're there. It's somehow reassuring to watch them go about their business with no particular plan other than to survive. It puts a certain perspective on things.
Goshawk (perhaps…)
One thing I find rather frustrating about living with cats in a seaside town: birds just get driven away. You don't often hear them or see them.
Think I'm back to thinking about birds a lot these days as we seem to have a rogue starling swarm in our little town at the moment. I've not seen if before - they arrived after the big storms and I wonder whether they got a little blown of course. As a team, they are so flamboyant and gossipy! They seem to have different spots in which to congregate at different times (and I never seem to have my camera at the ready). Just now outside my studio window on a telegraph pole: my cats are driven nearly insane by them.
