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

Buzzards and Bramblings


How lucky am I to be able to sit and watch birds great and small from my window. I think these are bramblings, a bird I can’t recall visiting us before, there are greenfinches and goldfinches too.

Finch feeding_

We’ve moved the feeder, closer to a hawthorn, and it seems that with feeding wild birds, as in retail, the three most important things are position, position and position, there have been upwards of 40 birds visiting  at any one time, the hawthorn shimmers with them. But hard to try and capture in an image, especially when it is snowing, as illustrated here..

many birds in a bush

This afternoon a buzzard was soaring over the field against a blue sky, always a treat, it used to be rare to see to them here: and last week we had several sightings of a raven, much bigger than a rook and being mobbed by them, it was his distinctive call and a check with Derbyshire Wildlife Trust members on social media that confirmed our suspicions.

Saturday’s weather lifted everyone’s spirits  after a week of snow ice and rain: even if the  mood of the day was tempered by the news that after eight days without a telephone connection,  thank you Doris, we now face at least a week, probably more, before can expect to be reconnected, as the repair involves new cabling,  requiring traffic management, cherry pickers and cable drums.


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.

7 thoughts on “Buzzards and Bramblings

  1. Those certainly are bramblings. We have only had one in our garden this year but as your winter seems to have been harder than ours perhaps I shouldn’t grudge you a few bramblings.

  2. Lucky you, I’ve never seen any bramblings. I hope that you get sorted out phone wise. xx

  3. Thank you for this, I always thought we had crows in the area, now I have listened I would say they are most definitely ravens 🙂 Buzzards a plenty, but the little red chaps are new to me. Love the snow flurry.

  4. I’m jealous of you multi coloured birds. The current position of our feeders means we are stuck with little brown jobs, I clearly need to move as our neighbours have a much better selection.

    Our recent move to the edge of the Stour water meadows does however mean we have swans and a variety of brown geese the other side of the fence – a definite plus for Doug as they produce plentiful dog snacks when we’re on a walk – yuk.

    • 😦 is it better that he eats them than rolls in them????

      • Almost certainly as it doesn’t seem to have any adverse effect on his digestion, and if I had to let him in the river to wash off he would bugger off to the other bank and not come back for ages despite my ever increasing frustration and louder and louder promises of ‘dogs dinner’ or ‘biscuits’.

        I suspect this might be a scenario you are familiar with – or is Spud a goody four-paws?

      • No Spud is not a goody four paws, he is rubbish on the lead and pulls like a train if he doesn’t have a bridle type collar on. If he is in the yard and you want him to come in the house, because it is time to go to work, he ‘plays dead’ and flops on his side, and you have to try and shovel him up to get him on his feet!

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