The New Wave

Coal Tit [Periparus ater]

 

Busy little birdie, collecting what is possibly cat hair, for lining the nest.

 

In a few weeks’ time, the babies will be around, shouting to be fed. It’s very odd to watch as the youngsters look almost twice the size of the parents, and the poor adults just flit around in an exhausting cacophony of “feed me”, “no, me”, no, MEEEE”…”and can you hurry it up!” Poor wee souls. They must be a little relieved when all the babies fledge.

 

For now, though, this little sweetie is flying back and forth to the nest, sourcing grass, twigs and my cats’ hair, to make it as warm and cozy as possible for the eggs/chicks.

 

In my garden,

South Carrick Hills

SW Scotland

 

🎼 “Tomorrow” - John Legend, Florian Picasso, Nas

 

“You're the new wave forming

You're the new day, dawning

Ask you what is your name, what do they call you?

You said, "They call me Tomorrow.”

Done