bonny blue eggs

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This week has officially marked the end of the coldest March in England for something like 40 years, spring feels like it is never coming but a tiny bit of sunshine filtered through to us on Tuesday and I grabbed it and took a walk up the hill from Wye to the hazel grove above the downs.

The place felt special as always, a magic place, the tiny red flowers of the female plants were just peeking through the buds, trying out the temperature, seeing if the men were up for it. I fancied taking a twig of lemony catkins back to the office but resisted, feeling supersttiously like this was sacrilege.

hazel catkins - Derek Harper image from Wiki Commons credit – Derek Harper

Back on the road to the office the old man’s beard fluffed out, backlit against the sky. A call from a hedgerow stopped me in my tracks, sweet and scratchy and piercing, I couldn’t quite place it. I walked slowly back down the lane, peering into the massacred remnants of a hedge, beetle brushed by the thrashing machine. A dunnock appeared, all pink footed and innocent.

“I know your game,” I told him. “Say all the right things and the girls will fall. Don’t trust him ladies, he’s a philanderer with one in every bush.”

The dunnock cocked an eye at me, ‘they won’t listen love,’ he seemed to say, ‘they never do, plenty of bonny blue eggs in the hedgerows by spring.’

He sailed across the road and was gone.

A Nature Girl Joins the 21st Century

on the bus in IndiaFor a nature girl I have done myself proud recently. I am way behind the times when it comes to technology. Until recently I still had a black and white tv and a whistling kettle and was happy with my retro, hippy life. But, as any conservationist knows, the species that survive, adapt. So, here I am adapting. I have bought a new computer and am ready to blog.

I am hoping my blog can bring a little bit of the countryside into the lives of all those people who are stuck in offices, or on the tube and only glimpse wildlife and nature through glass windows. I would like to tell you a little bit about how the seasons are turning (or not – in the case of this endless winter) and what I get up to as someone who is out there working in the countryside.

I am lucky to have a job which sees me spending summer days wandering in the countryside doing wildlife surveys or ringing barn owls or searching for water voles, but I also spend many cold wet days wrapped in 11 layers and huddling round smoky bonfires enjoying the banter of my volunteer group.

If you love the country and wildlife or secretly dream of giving up the office and getting an outdoor job then I hope you will enjoy my blog.