I like this video of a starling murmuration because it is one of the few I could find on You Tube which hadn’t added music and I like the fact that it took place above a service station on the M6. I can picture all the ordinary people bound up in their journeys and their own concerns suddenly looking up and seeing this and imagine it must have been far more of a energising wake up call than the shot of double espresso they had stopped off for.
It’s the time of year when starlings return to our consciousness. For most of the year these medium sized black birds escape our notice but Autumn is when starlings come into their own.
For the last week there have been guzzling hoards of these Viking marauders in the pear tree across the road from where I live. Going sucrose happy on the fermenting fruit, cackling like crazy at the sudden alcohol induced hilarity of each other. “ha, ha ,ha,” they seems to yell. “look at the spots on your feathers.”
Up among the hairy forest of TV aerials a coded language of clicks and whistles is sung. A language that, as a child, I tried to copy, thinking I could woo the singers to me.
Swirling gangs spiralling over the motorway distract me, making me momentarily forget I’m doing 70 down the slip road, making me want to turn round and head south down to Brighton where their murmurations over the sea are legendary.
But it is a serious business, this flocking and feasting. It is the business of approaching winter. The instinct to band together and fuel. Forget the joys of sex and eggs and become health consciousness, take your vitamins, think of the lean times ahead and the coming of the killer cold.
Sensible, serious advice, which I too should follow. But, ah, to hell with it, while there is light in the sky I will enjoy the season for what it is and revel in the drunken squabbles in the pear tree and the soul uplifting flight of the gangs above the road.
Hurrah, hurrah, my much beloved home county of Essex is having a fabulous sounding literature festival from the 8th-10th November. The festival brings together writers, filmmakers and musicians who have been inspired by the, much maligned but actually fabulous, countryside around Southend-on Sea. Ian Sinclair, Robert Macfarlane and other writers have found much to celebrate in this landscape and, I for one, will definitely be taking a trip back home to visit this overlooked gem. Follow the link below to book tickets.
weaving in facts on the foreshore
risking our necks for literary excellence on the golf course at Sandwich
listening to nightingales in the classroom
luckily the leader is a wildlife journalist not a fashion icon!
Here are some photos taken on the recent Nature Writing Course held the Sandwich Bay Bird Observatory near Deal. I am delighted that people have started submitting work inspired by the day. All work submitted will soon be added to the Wild Sites website http://www.wildsites.org/ The next course will be held in the spring.
A perfect recipe to keep coughs and colds at bay as rosehips contain 30 times more vitamin C than an orange. If it wasn’t pouring of rain outside I would be out there picking them this instant. Incidentally, the roots of wild roses are also a cure for the bite of a mad dog!! should you happen to come across one.
500 g (1lb 2 oz) ripe rosehips (stems removed)
2 tbsp lemon juice
1 kg (2lb 4oz) crab or cooking apples
- wash and drain and chop the rosehips (be careful of the tiny spines inside which can get under the skin and be a pain)
- put the rosehips into a saucepan with the lemon juice and chopped apples (include the cores, pips and skin)
- bring to the boil and simmer for 30 minutes
- mash everything up
- pour into a jelly bag or muslin lined sieve (or if you don’t have anything so fancy then try some nylon tights. You need a fine mesh to filter the spines)
- leave overnight to drip
- return the liquid to a pan and add 450 g (1lb) sugar for ever 1 pint of liquid
- stir over a low heat until the liquid dissolves
- increase the heat and boil rapidly for 5 – 10 minutes
- test for a set (stick a bit on a cold plate and see if it wrinkles)
- if it doesn’t set continue boiling and try again.
- remove the mixture from the heat, skim off any scum and pour into warm sterilised jars.
- it will keep for up to a year.
Thanks to everyone who came along on the nature writing workshop, it was great to have so many people and such beautiful weather. I am really looking forward to reading everyone’s work. I think my favourite moment was meeting Susan who was severely deaf but could hear the nightingale song I played as a listening exercise. It was lovely to hear about the memory it evoked of her mother. I should really thank the nightingale too. For those of you who have never heard a nightingale sing then please listen to this clip.
Immersed in otherness.
I really liked this poem published on Tyler Pederson’s blog, The Ancient Eavesdropper. After all the work I have been doing to restore tiny sections of rivers in Kent it is nice to think about far more natural and grander rivers doing their thing on the other side of the world.