In which we discover a new song

After months of relentless rain and wind, today London felt suddenly and inexorably whalloped over the head by spring. Complete with Disney-style stars and birds orbiting its head.

Our garden has gone ballistic with spring bulbs. Normally for every ten bulbs I plant in the autumn, the squirrels extract a tithe of about nine. Perhaps they were distracted this year trying to break into Richard’s ever-more-complicated bird feeder defense system, but for whatever reason, we’ve got dozens of blooms brightening the muddy-green lawn, and many more shoots pushing through the rain-softened earth awaiting their turn.

As we walked Joshua in the park this morning, we heard an unusual birdcall: definitely tit-like, but not the Peter-peter or Knee-deep, knee-deep of a great tit nor the more complicated CHEE-chee-chee bee-dee-dee-dee-dee of the blue tit. It was more like TEA-for me, TEA-for-me, TEA-for-me: plaintive, insistent, seeking.

The culprit was a blue tit, high up in an ash tree giving it his all, with the message, I imagine, roughly translating as, Fancy a shag? Fancy a shag? Fancy a shag?

I think it’s wonderful that after so many years, a blue tit can still surprise me.

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5 Responses to In which we discover a new song

  1. cromercrox says:

    Just got home from being taken for a walk with the Canes croxorum – needed to clear my head after a gig last night – and I noticed loads of crocuses coming up, and plenty of birdsong. I love this time of year – the optimism of Spring promised with none of the disappointment of arriving home to find that someone tried to deliver it while I was out and has taken it to some remote depot.

  2. rpg says:

    Or worse, delivered it to the crack-smoking neighbours and their pit bull next door.

  3. I spent a lot of time pushing the pram to the remote depot over maternity leave. Because even though I was home full time, the postman only ever stopped by during the very few times I left the house. I got to enjoy it after a while – a nice long walk for something so pointless.

  4. cromercrox says:

    Not long after one of our house moves I got one of those notes, something delivered to an office on some distant industrial estate. I was so preoccupied working out how to get there (it was much further than practical pram pushing distance) that I paid much less attention to the requiremenmts for claiming the parcel, such as demonstrating I.D. So, I got to the office, presented the delivery card and the passport I’d grabbed as I was leaving.

    “You’ve changed a lot since this picture was taken,” said the clerk.

    It turned out I’d taken Mrs Crox’s passport.

  5. Laurence Cox says:

    Your part of London is slightly ahead of mine. Most of my pulmonaria is already in flower, but my narcissi are still in bud. At least I have the joy of watching the wild birds in the garden; yesterday I saw a greater spotted woodpecker. Usually I see it when it comes to my peanut pecker in mid-winter, but yesterday it was having a peck at the trunk of one of my apple trees.

    In my continuing battle with the tree rats, I bought a bird feeding station and greased the metal shaft with petroleum jelly. It is quite fun to watch a squirrel trying to climb it and sliding back down.