Sunday, 6 July 2025

Of Greenfinches and time travel

 

The parched summer lawn is more faded yellow than green, the arid look slightly lessened by patches of small yellow flowers, a far cry from the manicured but lifeless green carpet we inherited when we moved here two years ago. Looking through the kitchen window as I potter preparing lunch, I spot a Greenfinch working its way across the grass, its thick beak nimbly processing seeds to small for me to see, but immensely reassuring to know that the finch can find.

 

Greenfinch in a West Norfolk Garden

As I look at this small bird with its understated green feathers and yellow flash in its wing, I am for a moment taken back in time to one of my earliest bird memories, to our tiny north London garden where my mother had hung a red netting bag of peanuts to feed the birds and I think more importantly to her to feed my evident interest in all things wild.

 

This bag of nuts had initially proved to be a great success attracting a procession of Greenfinches over the fence and into our garden from the over grown garden.

 

But then Monty discovered the joys of watching the Greenfinches in our garden. Indeed I think is fair to say with hindsight that Monty was even keener on watching the birds on the feeder than I was. Monty was what these days folk are want to call part of the family, back in the early 70's we simply called him a pet. Monty was our slightly mangy Tom cat, black all over apart from a slight wisp of white hairs under his chin, and Monty took a real shine to the Greenfinches on the red netting feeder. And so over the course of a week or so the ground under the feeder had a fall of beautiful green and yellow feathers land on it, as Monty worked his way through the flock with a surprising efficiency.

 

As I looked out on our Norfolk garden lawn it was gratifying to see not only the Greenfinch feeding on the grass but also Woodpigeons, Blackbirds and a Dunnock and remembering the visits by Green Woodpeckers, a bird of such exotic appearance that the child looking out on that North London garden couldn't even have dreamed of seeing one.

 

Why do these birds grace us with their presence? Well in part it is because we have provided some of the things that they need, cover to dash into if a predator should appear, a source of food; seeds for the finches, ants for the Green Woodpeckers, and worms and caterpillars for the Blackbirds.

 

Looking out of the upstairs window the estate we live on looks less inviting to birds than it could do, there are few mature trees and hedges, there are some patches of lawn, but a lot of lifeless paved areas too. But in short, if you try and think like a Blackbird or a Greenfinch it is nowhere nearly as attractive as it could be and gardens like ours are welcome Oasis where birds come to feed. And for us it's a simple investment in pleasure, the pleasure that comes from sharing our lives with these birds, seeing them and hearing their songs.

 

The Greenfinch looks settled, so I rush and grab my camera, I ease open the kitchen window and gingerly poke the long lens through the gap and grab a few shots. Greenfinches really are such smart birds, I can see with clarity even after all these years why they captivated the younger me.

 

But it's a work day and lunch is ready and after grabbing a few shots, I return to the kitchen table to eat and think about that tiny north London garden half a century and a lifetime ago.