New Year, New Week, New Buzz

The first week of January. What a week for being outside!p1020060-2

Pardon? Yes, really.

We’ve enjoyed no spectacular sunrises, the weather has oscillated, as usual, from minus 8 degree C frosts with feathered, blue-from-cold, greenhouse windows, and the tiny first ice spike of the year.p1010633a-2p1010457-2To nights which have been so clear, that the stars seemed to dance patterns in the sky.p1010394-2To dense, muggy mists, which have choked the valley’s depths.

The start to 2017 has indeed been hugely reinvigorating, in almost daily new seasonal sights, sounds and smells. Although, perhaps my Christmas flu’ knockout, has left me with a heightened awareness of the aesthetics of the real world, we inhabit, once we step outside our doors.


Never mind the media hype of the annual Las Vegas tech show which symbolically falls in this first week of the New Year, promoting the latest must-have electronic gadgetry (click here for more, and ask yourself how in tune with the natural world the folk who design all this “stuff” really are, and what the consequences are of such detachment, for all the other species that cohabit with us, on this planet?)p1010650-2

This piece is an unashamed plug for the simpler, free pleasures to be enjoyed in the currently limited daylight, of this, our real world in the hills of West Wales.p1000224-2

The familiar, simple bright, repeated single whistle, had me gazing up into the mossy boughs of our big oak. Even leafless, it took a while to spot the distinctive shape working its way round, and down the branches, probing and flicking. It wasn’t until later that I realised the slate grey-backed nuthatch, Sitta europaea, was hiding, not seeking.

And is that a peanut in its beak?p1000227-2 If so, it’s flown across the valley with it, since we don’t put food out for the birds – enough get caught as it is, by the attack Sparrowhawk, Accipiter nisus, that periodically missiles though the garden. Unlike the Hercules planes which at least give you a few seconds advance warning of their arrival, the Sparrowhawk just weaves through the garden on pre-planned, low level, high speed, flight routes. It passed within 5 yards of me as I was pruning apple trees below the slate topped terrace wall, dipping over the capping stones and banking sharply South, hugging the cowshed wall.

A blue grey blur, gone in a silent second.p1000125-3

No buzzing Dryslwyn drone.p1000230-2

And as the Nuthatch moved on, with perfect timing, a Treecreeper, Certhia familiaris, arrived at the base of the same big oak, and began working its way up the mossy trunk, seeking insects.p1000250-2 No insects, no bird life, as John Lewis-Stempel makes clear in the excellent “The Running Hare – The Secret Life of Farmland“, which I’ve just finished reading. Fortunately we do now have an insect rich garden, even at this time of the year, so Goldcrests, Regulus regulus, the UK’s smallest bird can still survive winters by tirelessly combing the twigs and branches throughout the garden, whilst constantly keeping a lookout for danger.p1010836-2

On Saturday, several classic January delights distracted me, as I worked in the garden. p1010910-3The first deep-rose lilac buds of Daphne bholua ‘Jacqueline Postill’, which we’ve been carefully watching for weeks, have now opened to palest pink.p1010913-2 And, as always, I knew this before I even walked into the copse, since the sublime perfume on this grey mild morning drifted through the air, reaching a good twenty yards from its tiny flower source. The next two months will be olfactory bliss. Every year we move more of the layered suckers into different parts of the garden. This Himalayan origin species has had millions of years to hone its biochemistry, to maximise floral scent – different to actual nectar production, as I’ve discussed before – to attract the few native pollinators in their natural environment. It’s been very recently shown that with rising temperatures, plants’ production of such volatile smelly agents reduces, creating yet more problems for pollinator/flower interactions in a warming world. Click here for more.

Cyclamen coum, snowdrops and Daphne perfume on January 7th.

Sensory overload for SAD afflicted gardeners.p1000187-2p1010766-2

But also, this Saturday, the first Crocus are “up” as well – the ever-reliable C. sieberi ‘Firefly’, and more surprisingly, an early C. tommasinianus from seed in the tyre garden.p1010901-2

Hamamelis ‘Robert’ is now firmly established as our favourite Witch hazel. Not only the first to flower in mid-December, but now, like the Daphne, suffusing the still air of the mossy croquet lawn close to it, with an intriguing Witch hazel scent that even I can actually smell.p1010649-3 And never mind those orange red flower hues, banned from the garden for much of the year. They perfectly mirror those of the Velvet Shank mushrooms, Flammulina velutipes, growing from the stump of dead ash just across the lawn. p1010928-2 Click here for more on this hardy, and apparently edible mushroom, with a generic name giving a clue to its flaming orange appearance, even surviving that severe frost, apparently unharmed.p1010930-2

Not in the same league, but still exciting is my experiment at sowing saved parsnip seed from last year’s flowering roots, in the big bag bottle bank in November. p1010666-2Really good germination by January 7th, and again surviving the minus 8 degrees C with no protection other than the water filled bottles.p1000624a-2

Pruning the apples and Hydrangea panniculata is a wonderful way to enjoy the garden as the light gradually fades, particularly with a robin for very close company, but even this experience is topped by the seasonal starling rush.p1010984a-2 For the first time, on a mild Sunday, our East facing hay meadow was attractive enough, and frost free, for a small group to descend, and quickly work over the short mossy turf, probing for grubs.p1010938-2 The slightest, and entirely unobserved by me, scare sends the whole flock into the air, before quickly wheeling round and landing on a different patch.

Safety in pastoral numbers.p1010993a-2

However it’s when the light has nearly gone, and I stand beneath the oak with the only sound an occasional water drop hitting the slates behind me, in dank, wind free, grey mist, that suddenly a rural doppler effect kicks in.p1010976a-2

Always I think it’s a sudden gust of wind.

Or a breaking wave.

And by the time I realise that it isn’t, since there is no wind, and I’m not beside the sea, the sound has changed, and the whooshing beating of thousands of wings is clear, overhead, as they fly in numbers too great to count.

And as quickly as it appeared, the sound dissipates, as the birds rush westwards.p1010940a-2

4 or 5 times this repeats, over maybe 15 minutes.

Some flocks small, some flocks huge.p1000461-2

Each dawn and dusk.p1000006-2

You just have to wait.

And look and listen.

The best things in life are free.p1010055-2

But trumping even this experience, and surely this has to be the word for this New Year, have been my occasional walks down into our wet meadows at dusk.

The sheep are counted and quiet.

The starlings have already flown past, judging it best to be back at their roost with time for a little murmurating before settling down for the night.p1010171-2And I stand beside one of our hay “yurts”, scarfed, beanied and duffled against the chilly air, and wait, camera in hand.

Each time I’ve done this, the prelude to the main show, is the flap, flap, flap, glide of a large bird, black silhouette, broad wings, raptored beak. From the stream wood behind me, heading West, low over the ground, just clearing the overgrown hedge tree tops.p1010232-2p1010230-2

Probably a buzzard. Surely too big and slow for a goshawk or sparrowhawk. And at dusk? Click here for a very good BTO guide to difference between goshawks and sparrowhawks.p1010223-2

And then, each time the light fades faster, and if it’s clear, perhaps the moon rises, and the last pinking blackbirds finally quieten. The valley prepares to sleep, except it never does.



Then, singly or as a pair, I pick the form out, 60 yards or so away to the South of a hedgerow oak.p1010334-2 And as I swing the camera up to try to track it, it’s already moved halfway along the field’s margin. The shutter burst is silently doing its stuff, and I pan the camera round. In its direct flight and size, it looks to my naked eye in the dimmest ISO 3200 light, like a pigeon.p1010333-2 In a few seconds it’s gone. Up beyond the top pond.p1010327-2

Maybe beginner’s luck, but the very first time I photographed this, I captured usable silhouettes of each bird. The second time, a little gloomier, and nothing but fuzzy blurs. And there they are, a couple of Woodcock, Scolopax rusticola, with distinctive straight beak, and different flight pattern to the zigzagging Common snipe, Gallinago gallinago, which we occasionally disturb from our ditches.p1010276-2Not being a birder, I knew little about this secretive bird, but it seems that like many other agricultural birds its numbers have declined to maybe 50,000 breeding pairs in the UK, which each winter are supplemented by much larger flocks from Russia and Scandinavia, flying in for the better feeding, in our milder maritime climate.p1010275-2

Interestingly the best information I could glean on this aspect of Woodcock ecology was on the site of the Game and Wildlife Conservation society’s woodcock tagging project. Click here for more. As one of my Carmarthenshire Meadows Group blog readers has pointed out to me, this organisation has an interesting history having been established in 1931 by Major Eley, a shotgun cartridge manufacturer, who established a prototype organisation to investigate an outbreak of strongylosis worms in Grey partridge. The Woodcock Watch project clearly has produced some fascinating data, yet as is also pointed out by Phil Read of the RSPB in another excellent link on these birds (click here), it’s strange that people who like to shoot woodcock as game birds, seem to know more about their habits, than the average ornithologist.


But do look at the RSPB article to see the review of documented cases of woodcock, seen carrying their young, in flight. There have been cases where the youngsters are seen carried between legs and body, between the claws, partly supported by the tail, and even on the back.woodcock-with-young It’s also now generally accepted that Woodcock do this not just to escape danger with their chicks  – sometimes they have been seen carrying, and even dropping several chicks at once in flight – but also as part of their routine behaviour, transporting chicks from drier breeding areas to damper land where they feed nocturnally, typically on earthworms, snails, beetles and other small invertebrates by probing below ground with their stout beak.p1010352-2

Personally, I can’t see why simply watching these birds at dusk isn’t enough pleasure. Keep the shooting to a camera, or if guns are more your thing, try it in virtual reality and spare the birds.

I’m sure someone is selling something that will let you do this, in Las Vegas right now.

And to own up to a bit of hypocrisy, all the above images were taken on a new Panasonic Lumix DMC FZ1000 camera, which I’ve waited 18 months to get. It’s brilliant. So maybe some free things need a bit of expenditure, to help share to share them?

24 thoughts on “New Year, New Week, New Buzz

  1. What absolutely stunning photos. I tried on three occasions to photograph a buzzard in our local wetlands, the Marais, here in South West France, but even though I know where he lives and am incredibly quiet, he always senses my proximity and flies away just as I lift my camera!

    • Hello OFO, and thanks for the comment. The new camera has transformed my ability to photograph birds- previously I’ve just taken landscapes and macro mainly. Its the combination of much faster focusing, and much higher ISO’s that really make the difference. It really is remarkable what it can do. How cameras have changed in the several years since my old Sigma!
      Best wishes

  2. Brilliant photos and prose Julian- a great way to start the year. There was a Goldcrest at Aberglasney yesterday too but no Woodcock! The Hercules sure came in low this week- made me jump!

    • Thanks Marianne .. And I think they must have a trainee Hercules pilot… a few days ago I was in our bedroom, which is now very well sound insulated, and it sounded as though he was going to hit the house, it was so low and loud, so I know what you mean,
      best wishes

  3. A lovely absorbing, multifaceted post as always. Looking at your January landscapes and garden flora I was struck by the thought that we could almost live on different planets. I then pondered your comment about the difference views of those who live, more or less, in the natural world and those who occupy a more digital world. On reflection I think that some of us are digital abstainers (well not entirely as modern life necessitates broadband) and just view life differently. However, I still think that here in the Outer Isles we live in a different time warp, and long may it last.

    • Thanks Christine, I heard a few radio programmes on some of the Outer Isles recently, and together with your posts, they did give the impression of a very different existence – we feel pleasantly remote here, but your are in a different league! Hope the latest arctic blast isn’t too disruptive for you,
      best wishes

    • Thanks Amelia, It is a pure fluke that we discovered the D. bholua and that it thinks West Wales is Western China. It is just a stunning plant, for it’s knock out winter perfume. I’ll try to watch your link, once we get into a new month for data allowance! Meanwhile, we heard a brilliantly enlightening BBC R4 Start the Week this morning on the background to the issues around ISIS and its’ formation. A real revelation for me… If you can get it to download, which I couldn’t!,
      Best wishes

  4. Some gizmos and gadgets are good – but a lovely new camera? Why it’s bordering on essential! 🙂
    You’re right, most of the best things in life are free; it’s just a shame that people can’t tear the’r eyes from the screen our earplugs from their ears for long enough to experience the wonder of the natural world.

    • Thanks for the comment Noeline. Just been away for a few days, and amongst other things reading early chapters of a book my brother is writing about Ted Hughes – and it struck me that one of Ted’s hugely influential periods was as young lad/ early teenager, when fishing and reading Tarka The Otter were pivotal influences on developing his observational skills and fascination in the natural world. I’ve written before on this blog about how the Henry Williamson animal sagas were also favourites of mine at a similar age.
      But what of today’s young kids… what is there to drag them away from the electronic gizmos? And if they don’t get out there young, will they ever value the natural world??? And they’ll be the ones who shape the next generation’s life experiences…
      Hugely concerning for Homo sapiens, and a recurrent theme here, methinks !
      Best wishes

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