Two days after I arrived back in New Tolsta the east end of
my peat stack fell out and revealing the remains of a birds nest. As I bagged
up the peat I discovered one light blue starling’s egg amongst the dried grass
and the parent birds watched from the ridge of the barn roof mimicking
perfectly the clucking of chickens, the mewing of the buzzards and the chatter
of sparrows.
For the second year running the gold finches have nested in the
New Zealand holly. There is always an added sense of pride when birds choose to
nest in shrubs that I have planted, particularly when those shrubs have taken
ten years to get to bird nesting proportions. In late September last year I saw
the entire family of finches perched on my washing line. There has been a
program of eradicating mink on the island due to the devastating effect on
ground nesting birds and to a large extent this has been successful. If mink
are considered vermin then the same classification must be afforded all feral
cats and pet cats that are allowed to roam and hunt. Twice in the past week
I’ve chased off a rather mangy looking cat that has ambled up the croft into my
garden. I have no problem with it hunting rabbits but I fear for the ground
nesting birds on the machair. Cats have more freedom than any other living
animal on this planet. My half-brother’s three cats from Florida were allowed
into the country but his wife was not, even though she receives an English
pension. Cats have the right to roam anywhere, can scrape up your newly planted
seeds and use your garden as a latrine, while their owners consider this
amusing. High on my bucket list is to own a Davy Crocket hat made from a nice
fluffy moggy with the grinning face out front and tail swinging at the rear, so
much more than simply a fashion statement.
During mid-May the
cuckoo is in fine voice from dawn to dusk and due to the lack of trees is very
visible perched on the fence posts or atop the peat stack. It’s the male that
gives the familiar call and I have often wondered why it needs to cuckoo quite
so much. The other day it flew past whilst calling and behind it was a tiny
bird flapping furiously trying to chase the much larger bird away. It crossed
my mind that this might just be a decoying tactic by the male bird so that the
female can sneak in and lay her egg in that little birds nest. Opposite my
house is an abandoned plant nursery area and with its dense small tree growth
it has become a haven for birds, hence the cuckoos.
This week I retrieved two large bags from my neighbour’s
freezer containing my collection of feathers. I’d put them there as a
precaution against any mites before starting work on a new series of feather
bird pictures. While in Western Australia last winter I painted twenty water
colour botanical backgrounds that now await the addition of the birds. This is
a fiddly business requiring to be carried out in draft free conditions. As the
feathers are trimmed ready for gluing into place there is fluff everywhere and
sneezing must be avoided at all costs. Whistling along to Strauss’s Blue Danube
can prove fatal and while a stiff breeze blows in from the east all windows and
doors are closed in the studio.
