Aw, rats! Unlucky.
Never rush, even to a
CLP 4th August, 2020
Aw, rats! Unlucky.
Never rush, even to a
CLP 4th August, 2020
The two rats that scuttle around the base of the bird feeder are becoming more adventurous. These brown rats have grown noticeably since they first appeared in the garden and one is exploring how to get at the bird-feed more directly.
The highest nut container for the birds is up a wooden post that is just over two metres in height. The post is rough hewn and stands slightly off kilter from the vertical. The intrepid rat has learned that it can climb the whole length using its claws and tail to get closer to the food source. It has not yet worked out how to make the last leap to the feeder. It has seen the blue tits and goldfinches flying to and fro to collect food. It knows that this is the source of the crumbs that are falling to the ground.
When disturbed, the rats scoot through the grass, sometimes leaping into the air, as they rush back to their hiding places. One goes straight back across the garden to the low bushes on the right; the other just runs for the nearest cover. The latter one then has to find a way back to the nest. It tries one route, turns back, tries another. Eventually the only safe way home is to dash straight across the open grass.
I am not particularly enamoured by the presence of these rodents in the garden, but am interested to see how they are behaving. The rats used to have free run of the garden below the feeders, they now face competition from pigeons and doves.
The collared doves are fascinating, but not much more pleasant to see than the rats. They too have to rely on the dropped shells and crumbs falling from the feeders, being too ungainly to balance and feed directly through the wire. However, when a rat gets too close, I saw one collared dove suddenly half-opened its wings to double the impression of its size and surprise the rat so that it moved away. This movement was used successfully several times. It surprised me that the rats did not chase the birds off, but it seems rats, have developed as scavengers and expect to be seen off by bigger beasts, at least when there are plenty of scraps for everyone.
A female collared dove, trying to get some fragments of nuts is stalked by a predatory male. He keeps close to the turf and runs toward her from behind, but she brushes him off and leaps forward out of reach. Once she leaps forward just as he leaps at her and so he lands where she had been and she ends up further up the garden and still the same distance from her stalker. It doesn’t look much like a dance of enticement, but he appears to be determined to wear her down with his attentions.
She is alarmed by a movement, or sound and suddenly she flies off in a flap. He follows her directly to the same branch. Was he aware of any possible danger, or just chasing, regardless? This passion could be the death of him, if he does not keep alert to predators.
During mid-evening you and I exchange a couple of brief texts across the continent. You explain that you need quiet and time with your thoughts.
My son checks in, also by text, before heading off to another night-shift. The minister for health has admitted that stocks of personal, protective equipment are in short supply for nurses and doctors working closely with Covid-19 patients. I feel sick and angry.
I listen to music, go to bed, sleep like a bastard.
17th April, 2020
The temperature-drop overnight made the new day unwelcoming. The wild plum tree, now in full leaf, is dragged around by the northerly wind. The hazel bush has adapted better to the conditions. It flicks back and forth in the strong breeze, the lithe canes whipping upright once a gust has passed.
It is not until later in the day when the Sun burns off the last of the high clouds and some warmth arrives.
Bluebells have burst from their buds and add a balance to the yellows of dandelions and cowslips, furze and primroses. Grass grows more ragged, now over-hanging the scattering of daisies.
On a cooler day like this, the birds are more active at the feeders. Long-tailed tits, (the “bum barrels”), join the regulars taking seed and nuts. They swing in and dangle upside-down with their tail feathers providing the counter-weight necessary to remain focused on reaching the food.
One of the young brown rats that live under the shed has worked out how to climb the pole towards the feeders by using the upper twigs of an adjacent shrub. It stretches full length to cling to the little cage holding fat-balls, as its hind legs cling equally tightly to the top of the shrub, that is buckling under the unusual weight. The rat’s back is bent almost to a U in this precarious position. It does not stop gnawing and nibbling, despite the length of its body contorting when buffeted by the breeze.
Time passes quickly today. Shadows noticeably shorten, then lengthen. The shift of light around the garden affects the tones and depth of green spectrum. The garden is at its most beautiful when the sunset backlights the grass blades and the pale yellows of the cowslips turn to gold.
Today keeping warm has been a priority. Elsewhere, friends are enjoying a spring that has already turned toward summer. Lighter and fewer clothes are worn abroad, but here, indoors, heavier layers are dug from drawers.
14th April 2020
My little companions
I cannot sleep
To the bakery
Where we’ll be warm
You can eat
I will wake
To the smell
n.b. I may be between homes, but I have choices. As we move to winter there are far too many people of all ages living rough on the streets of our towns and cities; in the richest countries in the world. The “free” market ideologists perpetuate inequality so that there are “winners” and “losers.” The idea of the free market as a way to fairly distribute and sustain the world’s resources has never been more than a way for the rich to get richer – even Adam Smith recognised this.