The birds were having a proper chirpy rave at 5 am this morning. One of the birdsongs reminded me of Insomnia by Faithless.
There are many robins where I live, including a wonderful variety of red-breasted. One has a heart-shaped red breast, and another appears to resemble a question mark. Swallows and goldfinches are numerous, too.
We have seagulls dancing in our field after the rain to catch their worms, and a couple of oystercatchers have joined the worm party.
But best of all, a beautiful Buzzard has been visiting for the last few months. At first, I thought it was a hawk but a diligent neighbour did his homework and revealed his true variety. I knew they ate mice and other rodents, but then my aunt (who has a farm in Cork) told me that they eat birds. They also eat roadkill (see M1 reference further down), rabbits (Easter will be a carnivorous picnic for him), and worms (Seagulls and Oystercatchers, guard your territory.)
All I could think of were my robins, swallows, and goldfinches. I began to feed it and noticed my neighbours doing the same thing. They are part of the Raptor family, which immediately made me think of Jurassic Park (and Sam Neill, who has me enraptured, young and older – couldn’t resist).
Stay fab
Adele
