. rosebank ramblings .

creating something out of a lot of little nothings

The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood ... a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. ~ Katherine Mansfield



Friday, 29 April 2016

Nature ... In Tooth and Claw ...

 
I came out of the bathroom and staring right at me was a Sparrowhawk, sitting on the landing windowsill (outside, not inside).  The ivy which covers the front of the house is a good nesting spot for Sparrows and the Sparrowhawk knows this and does a daily flypast looking for his breakfast.  On this day though he must have felt lazy and just sat and waited for his breakfast to come to him.

I dared not move to get my camera in case I scared him off so I called downstairs to my husband to come and look.  Eventually he heard me and luckily the bird was still sitting there.  He crawled under the window on his hands and knees (my husband, not the bird) to fetch his camera from the bedroom, then he peeped round the door frame and took a shot (with the camera, not a gun).

Just look at that golden, perfectly round, eye - and the sharp point on that beak - deadly, I would say.

Another strange incident happened early one morning whilst we were still abed.  My husband was woken by strange noises outside, he cautiously drew the curtains back a little to see what was going on - and there were two crows fighting on next doors' flat roof - was it real fighting or some sort of mating ritual?  You can see all the scrape and feather marks in the frost.

There's never a dull moment round here!








Elaine