Nature in Lockdown

Winning a writing competition at this point in time has been a huge boost to my confidence as a writer. I follow Dr Mark Avery and his very informative website on nature, especially the bird calls and songs. I have the untrained ear of a beginner and the dawn chorus often sounds like I’m listening to orchestra when I can only hear the flute.

Right now I should be in Italy, writing articles about local produce, organic olive oil and the latest production of Primitivo. This was supposed to be a huge part of my MA in Travel and Nature Writing. The Covid 19 pandemic put a sharp stop to my plans. Instead of wallowing and crying in a corner (which I honestly felt like doing) I decided to embrace the opportunity to learn more about nature on my doorstep and move my desk to face the window. I wrote a piece and entered it into a competition, here is my winning entry.

Wildlife from my Window

I bought it from the pound shop. I really didn’t think it would work, but for a quid, I was willing to try. I stuck the small, clear-plastic bird feeder on the window on New Year’s Day and waited. The seed clumped together, it had to be emptied, washed and refilled and still nothing happened. Weeks went by but I continued, keeping the box unsoiled and the contents fresh. On a cloudy February afternoon, my first visitor arrived, a small red-breasted robin. I was overjoyed. He became a regular caller, though I was never quick enough to capture a good photo. Living in a shared flat in a busy town, it was a tiny smidgen of nature.

Then on March 16th, Boris announced an end to all non-essential travel and the country has slowly withdrawn from complete liberty to lockdown. I’ve been stuck in a flat with two people I barely know. I hate to admit it, but the visiting birds have been better company than either of them.

The robin was a glimmer of colour in my day as I sat at my desk and typed. The blue tits arrived just after the robin, sporadic but frequent bursts of activity, usually in pairs. My room overlooks the garden, south-facing but with an overgrown mass of laurel and leylandii that blocks the afternoon sun. The little box was stuck squarely in the middle of the large bay window to optimise my view. I logged the daily visits whenever I caught a glimpse and flutter of feathers. On the first day of lockdown I counted ten feeds, three from the red team and seven from the greedy blues. I was amazed at how successful this experiment had been. Who’d have thought a pound shop purchase could be so entertaining.

Early one morning, light just filtering through the curtains, a skittering sound pulled me from sleep. The glass rattled, I sprang to my feet, swiftly pulled back the swags and came eye to eye with a squirrel. He froze in shock for a moment and then scampered down the frame and back under the bushes. Now, I know that most bird lovers would deter this sort of behaviour, defend their seed stations and grease the edges to deter his efforts. Not me. I’ve always thought squirrels quite fascinating, their cute exterior hiding their intelligence and curiosity. I didn’t want to scare him away, but I wasn’t keen on a bushy alarm clock at dawn every day. I began to throw peanuts from the seed mix out into the garden and slowly but surely, he gathered them.

I’ve spent a lot of time within the confines of my four walls, curtains wide and windows open. I’ve listened to bird song and learnt something new every day. I now know that there are great tits calling to each other and I love the chatter of magpies. This experience has given me something more uplifting than Netflix or knitting. I’ve ordered song-bird mix and monkey nuts, gathered empty plastic bottles and constructed a branch feeder in the garden. Almost every day I’ve had a visit from the squirrel, now named Bunkin as his constant demand for attention has meant I’ve spent time ‘bunking off’ my studies. He brings a friend, slightly smaller with a slight tinge of red in it’s coat and brush, I call this one Amber. I actually have no idea which is the male or female of the duo, but I assume they are a couple, committed enough to share food. It’s like watching a romantic drama unfold as they tentatively navigate the garden together. Before this virus, I would never have had the time to just sit and watch as they prance and flick their tails at one another.

Last Sunday afternoon I was sorting paperwork when I caught a flash of deep orange in the garden. I thought it was the neighbourhood ginger tom, since my new garden ornament must seem like a smorgasbord of opportunity to a cat. When I looked up, to my utter astonishment a fox stood under the trees, sniffing the air, panting slightly in the warmth. He was in great condition, a shiny coat, no ribs showing but of course his urban food sources have depleted. There are no restaurant bins to scavenge or discarded take away boxes to forage on the streets. He held my gaze for a few seconds and then darted into the undergrowth. I only hope he doesn’t get hungry enough to catch a squirrel.

The window feeder has remained a firm favourite with the robin and blue tits and the new garden seed station has brought brief glimpses of a chaffinch, long tailed tits, and a beautiful jay, whilst blackbirds hop around the base gathering the overspill. All of these birds have entertained me, given me something to think about other than ‘the virus’ and deepened my appreciation of avian life. However, the birds don’t interact with me, in that sense I have to say that the squirrels have been a real game changer. Videos of their antics have been sent far and wide to friends and family in California, Australia and Canada. I’ve also sent regular clips to my young niece and nephew who, although only ten miles away, are equally as remote to me now. This has connected us during our time of enforced hibernation. More importantly, Bunkin and Amber have given me a joyful encounter with nature at a time when I have felt deeply deprived of my springtime walks in the New Forest and hikes along the Jurassic coast. Those cheeky squirrels have been great for my mental health, they’ve become my way of connecting with wildlife on a daily basis, providing some solace and support during this isolated interlude.

That plastic bird feeder will always be the best pound I ever spent.

7 Comments

    1. Emma

      Thank you so much. I really hope I can get there by next year, not so much for the writing but to see old friends and find out how they have fared during these difficult times. I used to live in Ealing, I miss London life for the culture and arts but not for the commuting and pollution.
      Stay safe x

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  1. Emma

    It was a real moment for me. He was beautiful, great condition but I’ve seen a lot of urban foxes around here late at night and they usually look well fed. It’s been great having the time to just enjoy watching the birds and learning from the internet. We’re lucky this didn’t happen twenty years ago!

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