Since moving into a place with a garden and having Greenwich Park almost at our doorstep, we've had a wonderful "eye load" of bird watching. The bf received a groovy, little bird book for his birthday mid-May, and, since then, we've supplemented that mini-tome with another one that includes raptors.
|Bold Robin chilling in our garden.|
One of the most common birds to be spotted here in our Greenwich garden is the Robin. Unlike an American Robin, the English Robin is sparrow-sized, and, as you can see, has orange covering his face and upper chest. When I first saw the Robin, I thought of it wearing a little, orange ski-mask and imagined him breaking into bird houses looking for grub to steal. This particular Robin is a "regular" to our garden having been fed by the kids who used to live here. We see him daily, and, as he's so familiar, were able to shoot this picture of him with great ease before he flitted off over the back fence.
Another bird of note, and I did mean that pun, is the Black Bird. The male, replete with large yellow-orange beak and yellow-ringed eyes has a bit of a whacked-out look to him. He's more the size of an American Robin, and has the most amazing song consisting of a variety of notes sung loud and long. The female is all brown. There was a female Black Bird in the garden today, and I felt like telling her, "you're supposed to be black!"
|Say it loud! She's brown and she's proud!|
Tits, I told you we're not talking about the ladies, are another feature of English garden life. The most viewed Tit is the (well, we think) Coal Tit. Both males and females boast black 'caps' with white cheeks. They don't seem to be particularly fond of being in the garden when we're out there. We usually spy them from the kitchen window hopping about the soil looking for things to eat.
|Tit on a Wire|
We're hoping to install a bird bath, some feeders, and, maybe, replace the crusty, old, rotted-out bird house that's been lodged seemingly for years behind a bush along the back fence with a new one. Our garden could well become the vacation spot for local birds around town. -so long as no pigeons or, maybe, even, more importantly, no crows show up to gate crash, then I'm happy to welcome them.