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In between the rain and the snow and the hail and the thunder and lighting it has been quite sunny. It has made me think about spring. The snowdrops have been out for ages, the crocus are trying their best and I even saw a brave primrose trying to push out a flower to attract early flying insects. However, the thing that drew my attention today was a Raven flying over the cliffs at Stoer with a long birch twig hanging from his beak. You see for them the breeding season has already begun. By the time you read this they will probably have eggs in the nest. I have a collection of old nests in the office here and I must say that each one is really a work of art. I remember doing an exercise once with a bunch of teenagers where we each had to build a nest, to be suspended from the legs of any upside down chair, using any material we could find outside. It had to be built strong enough to support the weight of a brick. I am not sure what sort of eggs we were meant to be laying. Nevertheless it was much harder than you can imagine. Now, I’m not much of a knitter and I’ve never tackled weaving before especially with bits of grass and reeds and birch twigs, so needless to say there is a large dent in the floor where the brick fell through. And if you think it is hard work building one nest, what about the poor wee male Wren who has to build three or four or even five nests so that the female can chose the one she likes best. Dear help him if his mate is a bit picky. I suppose a good nest is one that is strong but also warm and cosy. Birds nests come in all sorts of shapes and sizes from the dinky domed nestballs of Goldcrests, the lichen and cobweb variety used by Long-tailed Tits to the 3m stick platforms used by eagles. So if you ever have a free afternoon and want to practice the long lost art of nest building you will need LOTS of grass, 15 beak fulls of leaves, 267 cobweb, a pillow full worth of feather and plenty of spit. And if it fails you can always make it resulting tangle into soup for the family. Andy Summers |
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