To Autumn.

Over the past week or so I think it’s only fair to say that for those of us in the UK,  we have seen and felt the change in the season. The nights are drawing in, and the mornings remain darker for longer, the lush green leaves starting to turn to a golden brown colour and falling. No more the sunlight streaming through the window at 5.00am each morning and no longer the warm balmy summer evenings and the glorious dawn chorus from our delightful wild birds.

Today marks the official first day of our British Autumn.

Before starting work this morning I managed to have a very short and brief  walk by my favourite stretch of canal. No fishing pole, or bread…..just my camera, and a pair of ears!! By that I mean of course I was listening to the birds and their various chirps, chattering and song.  Over the summer months the area has been alive with blue tits, wrens, blackbirds and various finches. On two occasions I spotted a pair of  kingfishers,  but alas it was only a brief glimpse of the deep blue and orange glossy plumage flying just above the tip of my fishing pole, and not enough of an opportunity for me to take a photo.

Over the last couple of months I have been watching a pair of robins nesting very close to the spot I normally fish, and low and behold a few weeks ago appeared a pair of young newly fledged male robins. They have started to appear most mornings waiting for me to throw down some breadcrumbs for them. They don’t appear to be frightened in any way, and if anything they have become very friendly……and as is another characteristic with these lovely little birds, very cheeky and mischievous.

Seeing these young robins reminded me that autumn and winter are only a short time away. The robin happens to be one of those little gems that can be found on our Christmas cards each year, or even on calendars for the month of  December. How they manage to survive some of our harshest winters is incredible. For me the little Robin Redbreast signifies our typical British winter time, such a hardy little creature, and for me, they just have to be one the most friendly little birds God ever put on this earth. And on this one occasion I will have to admit that the male of the species is far lovelier than the female!!  (Sorry girls!)

I have managed to take a few photographs of these cheeky little chappies during the past few weeks, and I very much hope they will stay around for the next few months.

Father…..

and son….

…..and the other little son.

Even made friends with one of the pigeons!

As one of my favourite little garden birds, it is therefore only fitting I should pay a tribute to them with this little poem.

Robin Redbreast.

Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!

For Summer’s nearly done;

The garden smiling faintly,

Cool breezes in the sun,

Our thrushes now are silent,

Our swallows flown away, –

But Robin’s here in coat of brown,

And scarlet breast-knot gay,

Robin, Robin Redbreast,

O Robin dear!

Robin sings so sweetly

In the falling of the year.

– – – – – – – – – – –

Bright yellow, red and orange,

The leaves come down in hosts,

The trees are Indian princes,

But soon they’ll turn to ghosts;

The scanty pears and apples,

Hang russet on the bough;

Twill soon be Winter now.

Robin, Robin Redbreast,

O Robin dear!

And what will this poor Robin do?

For pinching days are near.

– – – – – – – – –

The fireside for the cricket,

The wheat-stack for the mouse,

When trembling night winds whistle,

And moan all round the house,

The frosty ways like iron,

The branches plumed  with snow, —

Alas! in Winter dead and dark,

Where can poor Robin go?

Robin, Robin Redbreast,

O Robin dear!

And a crumb of bread for Robin,

His little heart to cheer.

William Allingham. (1824 – 1889)

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