The RSPB‘s Big Garden Birdwatch results arrived through my letterbox today, together with a new keyboard, a vital necessity after I tipped a glass of lemon squash into my previous one on Monday, annihilating the entire bottom row of keys, and most of the upper right. Two pieces of post that made me very happy, with all due thanks to my postman for continuing to provide a brilliant service when they are under serious pressure as all of us turn to online orders.
Compared to our first 1979 survey, Big Garden Birdwatch results show declines in once common species such as greenfinch and chaffinch – mirroring the loss of wildlife in the wider countryside. Yet there are signs of hope – in the last decade numbers of some garden species, including house sparrows, goldfinches and great tits appear to have increased, showing signs of potential recovery. The version of the results sent to me was the version produced for residents in Wales, which was particularly interesting.
- House sparrows are still on top, and although numbers have been in decline since 1979, the rate of fall shows signs of slowing.
- Blue tits show a rise in numbers, and we certainly have a lot around here
- Starlings are down, although still common. They say that starlings were spotted in 80% of Welsh gardens, but I have never seen one here.
- Blackbirds, one of my real favourites, are down. Apparently a lot of chicks are lost at nesting time, and they can be helped by leaving hedges uncut and providing them with mealworms (which the robins and blue tits go crazy for too, at least in my garden)
- Chaffinches are down, but in Wales they were reported in 47% of gardens. I have seen one this year
- Great tits are 12% up over the last 10 years, and we always have plenty in Aberdovey
- Goldfinches, permanent residents in my garden are up an incredible 50% in the last decade. A group of goldfinches, incidentally, is called “a charm.”
- Long-tailed tits are on their way up. The last time I saw one was in the park over the road from my house when I lived in London. They are enchanting.
- Robins were seen in 87% of Welsh gardens (mine included) but overall have fallen by almost one third since 1979.
- Magpies are on their way up and are doing well in Wales. They are forever quarrelling with the jackdaws in my garden, and are often here when the pheasants visit, perhaps knowing that peanuts will be forthcoming
Chough. Source: RSPB website
Interestingly, just as happened last year, the pheasants moved in to my gardens and neighbouring gardens for the winter, and have now headed off again, rarely visiting.
A lot of birds are losing their natural habitats, like hedgerows, and climate change is impacting some species, like the puffin. And have you seen a chough hereabouts? I had never heard of them but they are crows with crimson beaks and red legs, that need cliff-top farmland for nesting and feeding sites. There are only a few hundred pairs still remaining in Wales.
The first video shows a male pheasant preening in a burst of sunshine – a post-peanut mellow moment. Two male pheasants arrived today, some time after the females had arrived, eaten, sat for a while with their feathers puffed up, and left. It had finally stopped raining and at mid-day the garden was bathed briefly in a thin silvery sunshine, which lasted for about an hour and a half before the rain resumed. The familiar harsh loud squawk announced their arrival so I threw down some peanuts and went down into the village, leaving them to it. When I returned they were pottering around in the garden, and one of them was enjoying an industrious preen, the bright feathers given a thorough going over.
The second video shows two views of Pen Y Bryn from my garden, one clip from yesterday in the pouring rain and the second in the today’s brief reprieve when the sun came out before the rain returned. Both are shades of grey, but the main difference between the two scenes is the sound. In the first clip, even in the downpour Pen Y Bryn looks atmospheric but the sound of the rain is unrelenting. In the second, with light glinting off the water, peace and quiet has been restored.
I should perhaps apologize for the completely gratuitous scrolling text. I’ve been messing around with new video editing software, as my previous prog was at all not user-friendly and it had the antisocial habit of freezing solid. Many of the features in the new application are very gimmicky, with shades of PowerPoint, but the ability to add text in various different forms is useful. This is the fourth piece of video editing software that I have tried, so I am seriously hoping that this one will be a keeper.
The peanut feeder was busy today with a couple of great tits, a coal tit and a riot of blue tits, all in the pouring rain. And it really did rain! At half four hail, lightning and thunder added to the fun and games. I’ve watched the tits and the pheasants, and they all seem to dispose very fastidiously of the brown outer layer to get to the peanut inside. In spite of taking video through the window, which was dripping with water, the videos came out surprisingly well.
The pheasants vanished from my garden for the summer, but have been slowly returning for the last month. At first there was just one, but now there are up to five – four females and an occasional male. Pheasants are quite mind-numbingly stupid, but of the five that panic and run away every time I open the door to throw down food for them, there’s one that knows that the unlocking of the door is a good sound. She bounces up a couple of steps in confident anticipation of a shower of peanuts. When they haven’t been fed (or when they come back later in the day in hope of more goodies) and she sees movement in the kitchen, she comes all the way up the steps and loiters by the door, sometimes just staring at me in a rather unnerving way. I’m a complete pushover and it works every time, and between the pheasants and the blue tits, my sack of peanuts is emptying rapidly. Here she is yesterday, looking for an evening peanut shower after the morning one had been demolished and they had gone elsewhere to forage or be fed.
I recall that this time last year most of the birds vanished from the garden in October and November, for the reasons explained in an earlier post, returning in force in December. This year more of them remained in the garden over that period, but it is noticeable how busy it is at the moment. The goldfinch feeder is particularly in demand and all day today the feathers were flying as they jockeyed for position and chased each other off, some of which is captured on the video below. A very beautiful display of bright colour on a dull day. There were nine of them at one stage.
It has been remarkable watching the birds in the garden as they rush around to stock up on calories in this cold weather. Even the blackbirds have ventured really close to the house to take advantage of a bowl of mealworms.
In a heavy wind, the goldfinches hold on for dear life to collect nyjer seeds, but are not to be deterred, as this one individual demonstrates.
I have no idea why these two blue tits tried, tried again and failed to collect peanuts from this feeder! Fabulous to watch their quick dashing movements. I love the bit where one of them decides that if the holes won’t work, he’ll drill through the plastic with his beak! I went and had a look at the feeder, and although I could see nothing wrong I gave it a good shake and matters seemed to resolve themselves after that, and the peanuts began to be extracted in good order.
And this little visitor, not seen before or since, was quite a character. I had to move the peanut feeder onto an upturned flower pot because it was quite clear that the mouse was going to carry on taking and collecting peanuts until it had enough to see out the winter! He knew that they were there but couldn’t reach them. He reverted to the tray of seeds had been put down for the robin, sparrows, dunnock and the blackbird.
The pheasants have no difficulty helping themselves to a bit of everything. There were seven of them this morning, two males and five females, which is the greatest number I’ve seen in one go. I feed them twice a day and they are quite happy to help themselves to whatever the other birds are eating, but in spite of their apparent greed, they are big birds and must need quite a lot of food to sustain themselves.