Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Unfit for Avian Consumption?



The birds are working really had to find food at the moment, they are very visible in their efforts, not only must they be burning the calories fast in such cold weather, but they only have a few hours of daylight to find enough to sustain them, I imagine this must make being at the top of the food chain like the sparrow hawk an easier deal though. It is the RSPB garden bird watch this weekend, so if you don’t want to tick boxes on your tax return, get out in the garden and watch the birds instead and look upon it as your civic duty to help crash the HM Revenue and Customs website as you try to submit your  online self assessment at the 11th hour next weekend.

I spotted a  hungry blackbird seeking out the very last hawthorn berry from this tree:

The last berry

so why directly across the road is there another hawthorn dripping in fruit* and not a bird in sight?

Do not eat

It seems not all haws taste the same

*I’d have like to bring you a photo of glossy red berries, but it had to be an arty backlit photo job, unless I was going to climb over a barbwire fence.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

10 thoughts on “Unfit for Avian Consumption?

  1. That’s interesting! As you say I wonder why they do that. xx

  2. them birds is cussed critturs!

  3. Choosy birds, hmm? When they get hungry enough, they’ll eat what is there.

    Or at least that’s what my mother always told me when I was stubborn about eating my plate of liver and onions. 🙂

  4. Me – ‘fraid I was ticking boxes on my tax return – not the RSPB bird return (when I wasn’t walking on the beach that is 🙂 )

  5. PS – do you think the system will crash next weekend – better get mine up there in the week (lol)

  6. je m’apelle austin. Je adore avians et crepes!

  7. Maybe that tree is the territory of a bigger badder blackbird? Ours seem to be more interested in fighting than eating at the mo

  8. My Mum was quite perturbed by the RSPB form, given that there were only 24 spaces per species (or something) and a flock of thousands of starlings was wheeling around overhead before landing in the garden.

  9. Hmm, starlings. I was in Brighton on Thursday last week and experienced the delight of watching the daily murmuration as thousands of starlings circled and wheeled over the ruined West Pier before finally settling on the structure for the night. Have a look here:
    or here:

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