Almost every time I look out into the back garden, I see a feathered visitor. They fill me with such joy, as I watch them by the pond, grazing their way through the undergrowth or simply sitting in the fence.
One species, or should I say two, that I haven’t quite got to grips with is sparrow vs. dunnock. As a kid, I was familiar with sparrows but had never come across the name ‘dunnock’ and now I wonder which species they actually were.
Notwithstanding the species, I think that there were a lot more small brown birds in the 1970s than there appear to be now. On the other hand, in the last three years, the garden has attracted more of them, I dare say because there is a more congenial habit for them than there once was.
I am confident that this little bird is unlikely to have been the one that kicked (yet again) the pondweed into the depths of the pond where it is hard to retrieve. I’m going to have to redesign the pond at some point, now I understand what is needed better, because whilst there is a lovely slope for wildlife, there is little shallow water to stand plants. In the meantime, I hope the oxygenators can survive being kicked into deeper water than perhaps they should be.