Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Starling and Windflowers
As I ate my lunchtime baguette on a bench in Kensington Gardens today, a flashy young starling flew down and stationed himself at my feet. Fixing me with a stern eye, he threw back his head and launched into an impromptu recital, a concert of piercing swooping whistles interspersed with chuntering trills. After several minutes of this virtuoso stuff (actually it was nothing to the starlings who haunted my boyhood back garden, giving convincing impressions of the telephone, the lawn mower and the guinea pig), he stopped and tilted his head towards me meaningfully. It was clear he had been singing for his supper, but I'm afraid I didn't oblige; if I had thrown him one crumb, the voracious tree rats would have been upon me and I wouldn't have had a moment's peace. The glossy starling flew off with only mild disappointment to slouch on a nearby tree branch... And then I noticed that the Wood Anemones were out - the blues, and a few white. Such a beautiful flower - I'm sure I must have blogged about it before... Oh yes, so I have.