The top floor of the old Co-op warehouse provides a bird’s eye view of the low-rise streets beyond. England is famed as a wet-weather country but the east is less damp than the rest and we are blessed with some conversation-stopping God skies. The cloudiness only helps to intensify the divine display. The micro-loft provides the ideal hide to watch birds as they feed and breed, swoop and soar. And this year, we were chuffed to offer a dry roost beneath our eaves for a pair of tits with chicks. Liam shed a little tear when the fledglings flew the nest. Bye-bye, birdies, bye-bye.
Despite the urban jungle around us, we’re often serenaded by early morning birdsong. Mostly it’s tweety and melodic, gently stirring us from our slumber. But not when the gulls muscle their way in. Norwich’s maritime days as a secure inland port where tasty morsels could be scavenged at the quays may be long gone but no one’s told the thuggish gulls that shriek and squawk at 5am. It’s enough to wake the dead.
. . everything has its place in ‘god’s’ world – even bloody seagulls, nasty bastards!
Trying telling Liam that on a Monday morning 🙂
I love the vast eastern skies. I hope you are painting them.
I would if I could!
Norfolk skies are the best in the world!
When they’re empty of gulls! 😀
We have limpkins along the laguna. They make a racket esp. during mating season. We call them Mexican turkeys. They run along the ground.
Randy Mexican turkeys? And we think we’ve got problems. 😀
Did you/Liam take those pics? Beautiful! (And I have to confess–I hate birds–at least the ones that hang out in the tree outside my bedroom window and chirp away at 5 in the morning. They must have a death wish.)
Yes, we did with a phone, would you believe. Technology today, no talent required – amazing.