Tuesday, 25 January 2011

We have a vole!

Well at least one - I have only seen one at a time. I need one of the automatic cameras as used on Springwatch. As with most very small furry and feathery beings, it moves so quickly it can be hard to capture an image. I know where to watch for it now, but I can't spend all day waiting, and when it does appear I enjoy watching it so much that I don't want to spoil the experience by staring through the camera.

A few years ago, we had quite a little 'colony' of voles. We found a network of little runs and tunnels down one boundary of the garden. They were suspected, perhaps wrongly (we also have many mice), of harvesting our seed peas before they could grow. One in particular was very 'tame', or perhaps a little compromised in some way. In other respects it appeared healthy, but it would let us approach to within a few feet and once sat on my husband's foot for several seconds, with no apparent concern, or awareness. I was worried about our many owls and other predators. Beautiful as they are I was hoping they would find supper elsewhere. Unfortunately, that little chap succombed to a freak accident, having somehow found himself trapped under a black seed tray, which had blown onto the lawn, on a very hot day. We found him when tidying an hour or two later.

My son has been taking a keen interest in hanging new bird feeders and keeping them stocked. He also moved the makeshift bird table he had built as a young child, into the back garden so that I could watch it more easily. I think he was making amends for an unfortunate experience resulting from one can of beer too many at a friends New Year party and also trying to relieve some of the stress we were all feeling following my Mother's death.

Feeders have been hung from an arbour sheltering a garden bench. Not somewhere we would normally put them since we sit on the bench in the summer and would prefer not to have to clean it of bird droppings each time. However, it is close to the conservatory windows. Concerned that the robin seemed unable to perch happily on the feeder my son put a small tray of food and a tray of water on the bench. The first visitor I noticed was a cheeky little gymnast who climbed up the jasmine and trellis at the side of the bench, whizzed across to the tray, filled his cheeks hamster-style, then hurled himself back down the trellis to safety. I watched for a while then became concerned that the tray was too exposed so we removed it. However, morsels of dropped peanuts and small seeds spilling from the feeders are also treats and we have now seen our little furry friend gathering these on many occasions.

Following one of the heavy snow falls, he was particularly adventurous, and, for some reason, made several forays into the centre of the lawn. Highly visible against the snow, at a time when everything was  hungry, we rushed out to scatter some extra seed under the bench to try and persuade him to stay under cover. We didn't see him for about ten days, happily he reappeared at the weekend - much to my joy.

I'm really looking forward to sitting sewing in the garden, on warm spring days, with at least one eye on the corner of the bench and the jasmine. January is said to be the most depressing month of the year. I'm not sure that it is for me. Apart from my son's birthday, November always seems a bit cheerless. I am not naturally a 'content-in-winter' sort of a person. In November we have a lot of winter yet to come, whereas by late January most of it seems behind us. The second half of March has been really warm camping-weather for the last few years. Not long to wait now!!

1 comment:

  1. PS I've just been to peep and he is there now - sharing the dropped bits and pieces with a collared dove - each seemingly happy in the other's company - Sweet!