About 9 years ago I had an hour at our local wildlife sanctuary as a treat for my birthday. One of the highlights was the chance to fly this owl. Unfortunately I can’t remember what species it was, but it was a magnificent bird.
The sanctuary takes in birds and animals that have been in private hands and then the owner has not been able to look after it, either because the bird or animal got too big or was too expensive to look after. I just love how flexible it was, turning its head round on its shoulders. I think we will have to visit again soon.
Being owlish I look carefully at things,
I see them from my flying wings.
I hoot with laughter when I hear a joke.
I spy mice and voles at a stroke,
Will my owlish brain outwit you?
Never know what hit you?
I swoop down so soft and quiet
To consume my rodent diet….
My talons and beak are sharp
Winging down over hill and park.
A barn to rest in is all I ask.
A nest to build is my task.
My eggs and chicks they grow fast
Gobble up food, a tasty repast.
Then once they are grown the fledge
And out to the world they emerge.
So this old owl will towoo some more.
To hear the twit of my Amore.
Something beginning with C.
Something beginning with W.
Something beginning with B…
Cat sees bird through window
Bird is safe from cat
Bird flies away
Cat is disappointed!
I’ve seen squirrels up there, but never a cat on our neighbours chimney. In fact thinking about it I’m surprised I haven’t seen one before. The back of the building is where an old shed and outhouse used to be. In the way of these things someone had converted the back into a bathroom but had pretty much left the roof and chimney in situ. The only change being that they have capped the chimney with a large slab of concrete. I guess this is a pretty good vantage point for cats. There is increased activity from the birds so they are prowling around looking to chase things.
This is not one of my cats which both live entirely indoors. But our garden does attract a lot of the neighbours cats Luckily there is no sign of feathers to indicate birds have been taken, but it is a worry. I also saw another cat high up in our privet hedge this morning. It was very wobbly. Any bird would have flown before it could be attacked.
This, believe it or not is a blue tit in the garden. It was too far away to get much detail. It’s waiting to fly to one of our numerous bird feeders.
She walks across the ice to reach the water, strutting her stuff with only a few slight slides as her claws slip on the frozen surface.
The cold is penetrating despite the weak winter sunlight. The birds feet are not Feathered, she must have antifreeze in her blood. Bigger birds like ducks can force their way through but she can stand on it, weight spread by big toes.
She can reach the grain and bread I threw that landed on the ice, even though its only millimetres thick.
Living through winter must be tough. Birds are not being fed enough because people have been told not to feed them bread but people are not feeding the birds grain or duck food.
Life survives although cold kills, with care the balance is maintained.
I can never remember, it has large, pale blue feet paddling below the surface. It’s smart black body is decorated bu a white crest and beak. Swimming through the cold grey blue water of the lake. Luckily they sell duck food but all the birds are hungry at this time of year.
Paddling along, looking for food, trying to survive the winter.
I’m using my tablet so I can draw in sketcher free which allows you to draw flowing spiralling lines.
Is she singing ?
Or listening to birdsong?
Will it fly,
Or has it landed
I the wind is streaming,
Or she is running?