'The DSM' Editorial - Feathered Friends
One of the things that has given us pleasure since moving to rural France has been the incredible selection of birds we see around us. Heron, Hoopoe, Kestrel and Buzzard, to the aeronautical antics of the Swallows. We have an owl who perches on a tree stump each evening in the summer - it stares at us and we stare back. This winter, in the fields surrounding us, there has been a constant visual display from clouds of birds twisting, turning, landing and taking off in their thousands. When in the garden I heard what I thought was the roar of a French fighter jet, turned out to be an enormous flock of birds taking to the sky simultaneously. As I drive down the lane near our house hundreds of birds fly out of the hedgerows on either side, and I feel like one of them as I drive in their midst. Anna, my wife, asked me to build a bird table, I think she had seen Dick Strawbridge make one and if it’s good enough for Dick.... So, after constructing a bird table I attach...