Writer. One half of a dynamic duo. VESPER FLIGHTS, H IS FOR HAWK, and PROPHET with
@sinistra_blache
, August 2023. Rep by
@TheCleggAgency
. Non-binary. She/They.
Wait for it! Orphan swift taking its first flight, working out what wings are for. A few seconds later it was a hundred feet up and flying strongly. This one was emaciated when it was brought to my friend J (only 20g) so this is a small, end of summer miracle. Go well little one.
B the most beloved parrot that ever was, died last night. I held him and talked to him until the end; he wasn't alone. I know how much he was adored here, am so sorry to bring such sad news to the timeline. Am in absolute pieces, as you can imagine.
She grabs a newspaper from her car, runs up to the hedgehog. It's not a hedgehog. It's a sugar beet, rolling around the road. She doesn't let on. Carefully wraps it in newspaper, carries it gently to the car, deposits it on the back seat. Thumbs up, she waves the traffic on. 2/2
Coffee is not allowed, therefore B is obsessed with it. He stares into every morning cup then looks up at me, just in case this time I’ve changed my mind.
My friend J told me a story yesterday that tickled me pink. Her friend saw a hedgehog crossing a busy road. It was dark and raining hard. She stopped her car, stopped all the traffic. Horns blaring, her waving, shouting, "It's a hedgehog!!" 1/2
From 18th December, I'll be away from the internet because I'll be counting albatrosses on Midway Atoll. Back online in early February. Have fun, twitter x
Scenes from social isolation: B has just seen clouds moving across the sky through the skylight and is enchanted. The noise he’s making is one of gentle amazement.
A tawny eagle called Frodo and me a very very long time ago at the
@HawkConservancy
in Hampshire, where I used to volunteer. Frodo has just died; he was in his mid-30s, and much loved. Farewell, old friend x
Went out to photograph the moon and there was a rustling in the dried grass and sticks by the garden fence and it turned out to be A POLECAT (I did not photograph the polecat) this is very exciting and unexpected (here’s the pink moon)
Another example of the almost infinite number of ways that B interrupts work. This one: post-bathing upside-down sleeping, which requires my hand to be held just so, forcing me to type with my other hand. 🦜 ⌨️ 😐
An ornithologist once told me he was LOVING watching Braveheart until one scene ruined it for him forever. “I mean, we all know black-headed gulls only colonised inland Scotland in the mid twentieth century!!!”
My parents are just back from Little Women. My mam absolutely loved it but my dad isn't happy because there was a Waterford Crystal bowl in the background of a scene and Waterford Crystal wasn't around back then and therefore, the movie is no good.
Much excitement on way home from Tescos wth a Jacob ram cantering towards me along the lane, followed by a hacked off English rose in a landrover with stock trailer. I stopped & opened my door to block him off and she leaned out of the window and yelled DON'T DO IT HE'S A BASTARD
Goldfinches singing on the wire outside my window like someone upending a sack of tiny gold coins and quindar tones over the surface of an astronomical mirror
I’m reading an article by a guy explaining how lockdown taught him nothing and how he didn’t achieve anything this year and it is the most lovely encouraging thing. Also, "I made a sourdough loaf two times, then watched my starter die" is the Johnny Cash song I truly wish existed
Mabel back in the day, being grumpy during the moult. Perhaps my favourite photo of her, taken by accomplished falconer, herpetologist, and photographer Lee Brindley.
AND THEN
I discovered
where
it had been living. Guys, this mouse. It had found the mouse cage I had bought. It had set up home IN THE MOUSE CAGE. IT is the single GREATEST MAMMALIAN TROLL OF ALL TIME. I am awed.
/ends
STOLEN: My friend Tony’s peregrine falcon was stolen today from his house near Ipswich In Suffolk. Her name is Dancer and she and Tony have been a team for 11 years. Tony is understandably devastated and worried for her safety and welfare. Hope we can get her back. Please RT xxx
unfinished sketch of a goshawk from back in the day! This is what happens when you procrastinate by going through folders looking for things to throw out
You know in the movie Inception, when characters compulsively check tiny unique objects they call totems to make sure they’re not dreaming? Am checking mine, right now.
@amazonbooks
Chiffchaff singing brightly in my garden right now; hoping it’s made itself fat as a barrel on good berries for its long journey to sub-Saharan Africa. Hope you get there and have a good winter, small thing.
This is a frigate bird telling me in no uncertain terms to get lost as I passed quickly by (exquisitely foreboding in the air, they're muppets on the ground)
Woken by wood mice in the attic above my bedroom. The noise is … well. You know, I don’t think this is the regular hoarding of hazelnuts in shredded winter nests. I think they’re building something up there. Something /big/.
The presumed moral virtuousness of travelling light really bugs me. "I've brought half a t-shirt and a quarter of a pair of trousers for six weeks" WELL. I am going away for 5 days and happy to say my suitcase is about the size of a basking shark.
The despair of where we are, and how unstoppable it feels.
It's only a small thing, but this morning, freshly arrived whitethroats were singing their scribbled-puzzle-game song from newly-leafed lanes all the way to town. Very thankful for that.
Tempted to run outside and shout at random people: "Those ants? They are having sex in the sky! Female ants only mate once in their whole lives and can live another 30 years! After they've mated they land and break off their wings on purpose. Ants, man. Ants."
UK peeps! If you missed the H is for Hawk documentary the first time, or even want to see it again: turn on 5.50, BBC2, tonight (and on iPlayer afterwards)
Here's Lupin!
B found the bowl of whipped cream while I was upstairs and flew back to his chair perch when he heard me return. He was ASTOUNDED that I knew what he’d been doing.
I watched a white fallow stag ankle through the trees and a minute later this ghostly tomcat appeared. No-one is going to dissuade me from my conviction that they were the same animal.
B is enjoying village life, and has become one of those villagers who spend a lot of time making sure they see and have opinions on everything that’s going on from their window
It's absurdly hot. But: I've just discovered that if I fan my parrot with a handheld fan he leans forward into the wind and opens his beak. I'll be doing little else this evening.