Sorry about that
- Crone
- 4 days ago
- 2 min read
So, I went to Castor Hanglands where there was a constantly calling calling and quite a few nightingales.
As soon as I got to the trees, I heard rustling and imagined fox cubs playing. I crept, crawled. The rustling continued. At my feet! Wood mice! Above, a raven croaked, but I could not see it.
Inside the wood, I was sad at the dreadful state of the ash trees - and the oaks didn't look that clever either.
One nice thing is that they seem to leave the dead wood in place.
Early in the walk, I'd found an oak to sit in, but I wandered off and managed to get lost. Not badly lost, but slightly worryingly lost given it was getting dark and the phone had only a limited signal. As I bumbled about, I heard a new bird start up and I knew that it was a nightingale!
When he stopped, I decided to redouble my efforts to find the oak I had selected. At last I came back to a meadow near where that tree was. I was excitedly thinking I had crept up on a bunny when I realised the poor thing was blind, with the horrible disease myxomatosis.
Anyway, I found the oak and climbed up.
As I did, a nightingale started to sing right in front of me and carried on and on! A blackbird was next to me and another of each species nearby. It was enchanting.
I thought I had recorded the sound, but, alas, no. You can hear it here.
As I sat in the tree, the moon was right in front of me, beyond the unseen bird.
Behind, the still glowing sky.
Good post. Hurrah about the nightingales! Sad about the bunny.