The Sandbag House and its surrounds are home to a number of feathered families, some of whom are more evident at this time of the year than others.
The Swallows have returned
Much like the human swallows that summer in our village, Jack and Jill are back. They have returned on the same day, 24th September, for the last two years. This year, it was a very “unspringlike” day: a cold, grey and miserable Sunday afternoon. The Cat’s mother was sitting on the sofa with Pearli doing her songololo impersonation and, all of a sudden, on her favourite perch, was Jill.
She and Jack built their original nest about three years ago and subsequently rebuilt it last year – a joint effort and with very little fuss.
All that needed to be done as a little sweeping and clearing of the debris from the front door and they were settled.
New additions to the feathered family, are Milly and Monty Martin. A pair of cliff (or rock) martins.
They, too, have built a nest under the eaves of our veranda, at the corner where the office is, and they keep me company as they flit, fly and float past. Like Jack and Jill, Milly and Monty worked together to build their new home.
Every morning, Monty waits for the Cat’s Mother’s greeting from the window above, before starting the day’s chores.
From the time that we discovered the nest: it took a week of hard work, gathering the mud and the grass to build a home for their new arrivals, helped much by the fact that we’d had quite a bit of rain so mud was readily available, and not far away.
Wally Weaver’s Woes
Now, Wally and Winnie Weaver, and the rest of their ilk don’t migrate and are permanent residents. They squawk and squabble their way through the seasons and live in abodes that overlook a tranquil piece of water in the plot behind The Sandbag House.
Or they did.
It all began during July – the height of winter. Wally and a few of his mates had been busy. Very busy. The process of providing a roof over Winnie’s and other weaver women’s heads is long and arduous.
Wally does all the work while she looks on.
It begins with drawing together two of the reeds and building a frame.
Wally works for a week or more building and putting the finishing touches to Winnie’s new home.
But it is she who has the final say: if Winnie’s happy with it, she’ll add do the final feathering of her nest. If she’ not satisfied, doesn’t bother; she shreds it.
There’s no hiding the evidence. It floats on the water below.
Clearly Winnie and one of her sisters were not happy. Nor were the other Mesdames Weaver: that tranquil, watery neighbourhood has been abandoned. Nary a nest to be seen.
Wally was bemused. How could the colour not have been right, not to mention the aspect and the general flow?
Clearly, there’s no pleasing some birds!
It was back to the drawing board if Wally was to have any success at all.
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