Another unexpected visitor this spring is a pair of nesting mistle thrushes (the UK's largest songbird, so called because they eat mistletoe). We were away for the second half of April and perhaps the quiet lulled the home-seeking pair into the false assumption that our little section of an old lime-stone barn was deserted rather than converted. We’d seen them flying around, then spotted this mossy nest, on the small window ledge of the downstairs loo window, quite a vulnerable position given the possible predators around. The young have just hatched so we hope they survive once they are big enough to put their heads above the parapet. This time of year is very diverting, with the swifts, house martens and pipistrelle bats that variously occupy our eaves over the summer.
Currently, I’m not doing much writing but am occupied with historical research, when not gazing out of the window at the wonders of nature.
Currently, I’m not doing much writing but am occupied with historical research, when not gazing out of the window at the wonders of nature.
 The nest looked like a random pile of moss until I peeped inside and saw one speckled blue egg and two hungry mouths. Mum and Dad look much alike. This is one of them awaiting the all clear. |  |
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