As I’m now 26 weeks pregnant, I’ve been taking it easy on the allotment (the others have kindly called it ‘supervising’). This has given me a chance to enjoy just being there in the sunshine, and to pay attention to my surroundings, revealing just what a good spot we’re in for bird-watching.
The plots are on the edge of town, next to some woods and a cemetery on the Sheffield side, and a road away from the countryside as you go down the Rivelin Valley. This means that we’re part of a ‘green finger’ of vegetation that wildlife can travel along, and we get a lovely variety of things.
Just sitting there, you can hear chiffchaffs, great tits, blue tits, wrens, robins and a song thrush. The tits and robin also come and visit the plot from time to time. I spent a long time being excited by a particularly warbly sounding bird, only to find out that it was a dunnock, and not something rare; but now we sit back and enjoy the sound of its singing.
It’s not just birds singing though, we’ve spotted a nuthatch, a greater spotted woodpecker and a kestral, as well as a regularly visiting pheasant and pigeons. The latter of these are being carefully guarded against though, as we’re worried that they’ll just eat the plants; roll on the green plastic netting…