Showing posts with label urban. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 25 June 2019

A brief glimpse into the private lives of Urban Gulls


The hotel website said that I could have a room on their Business Floor for an extra £5 a night, and that here I would have one of their quieter rooms. So given that I had an important meeting the following morning, I decided to book one of these rooms, hoping perhaps for a slightly swankier experience. Instead I just got a slightly longer journey in the hotel lift to the sixth floor, where the rooms were quieter by dint of being further from the bustling streets of Birmingham city centre below.

As with many of these modern business hotels the rooms towards the top of the building can get very warm, as heat from the lower floors rises through the building. As I entered my room I saw that the cleaner had thoughtfully closed the curtains and left the window ajar to try and keep the temperature down in the room on what was a hot and sunny June day.

I’m a fan of natural light and fresh air, so having dumped my bag on the floor the first thing I did was pull open the curtains to let some daylight into the room and to take in the view of Birmingham’s city skyline.  Immediately I picked up on an insistent piping call and looked down onto the flat roof of a neighbouring building, here a gull chick stood covered in a dirty grey coat of downy feathers with its neck stretched forwards calling to its parents for food. As I scanned the surrounding rooftops and airspace I could see half a dozen adult Lesser Black Backed Gulls, either perched on rooftops or wheeling in the sky above them. The chicks calling worked and I watched as an adult dropped in to land next to it to feed it.
 
iphone wildlife photography, Lesser Black Backed Gull and chick
My ears having picked up on the begging calls of the young gulls now started to tune into the other big city sounds that I hand initially tuned out, the shouts of youths six floors down on the city streets, a police siren and Tanoy announcements from a nearby train station. Below me a city of a million people was going about its business, but up here amongst the roof tops there was a touch of the seaside as an Urban Gull colony went about its business.

For these “seagulls” the city rooftops act in much the same way as a place to nest as offshore islands do, they are safe and secure places free of ground predators and close to a source of food for the adult birds and their young.

As relatively recently as the late 1960’s Lesser Black Backed Gulls were still mainly a coastal species, but already a few pioneers were nesting in cities such as Bristol and it may well be that the birds I was enjoying watching from my high rise hotel room in Birmingham were descendants of these pioneer gulls that had followed the river Severn inland from town to town, eventually making their home in Birmingham with its abundance of safe rooftops to nest upon and a plentiful supply of food in the form of the waste that that we generate in our cities. So important are cities now for Lesser Black Backed Gulls that by 2000 a fifth of the UK population could be found nesting in Urban areas. More info here.

My Business Floor view of Birmingham
Not everyone welcomes the presence of these large gulls in their neighbourhood and a closer inspection of the surrounding rooftops showed spikes and netting presumably put in place to deter gulls and pigeons from taking up residence. But for me it was a pleasure to be able to take a step back from the big city and my preparations for the following day’s work and for a few moments enjoy a ringside view of my very own gull colony going about its timeless business.




Saturday, 9 May 2015

Butterfly Ball

Out of the wind there is a little warmth in the air, a treat in this cold Spring. The Cow Parsley has grown high to fill the space between the gravestones, their white flowers helping to show off clumps of bluebells.

Walking along one of the paths that winds its way along the edge of the hillside that Cemetery sits on is like walking down a woodland ride, there are clumps of Primroses and I can hear a Chiff Chaffs monotonous song.

A scrap of bright blue catches my eye as it fly's past, it could easily be a detached bluebell petal caught by the wind, but it purposefully gains height around a Holly Tree and is joined by another flying blue petal. They are Holly Blues and they dance around each other and the Holly, occasionally one will break off and disappear into the depths of the overgrown Cemetery, only for another blue scrap to appear and join in the dance, sometimes there are up to half a dozen taking part in this butterfly lek. Then when the sun goes behind a cloud and the temperature drops, they disappear, settled on a leaf, wings folded, blue hidden until the sun reappears, the temperature rises and the butterfly ball starts again.


Holly Blue taking time out from the Butterfly Ball