Over the years I’ve had countless discussions with my non-birder friends about why they are, indeed, non-birders. Over the years, the replies I’ve received have changed little. The saddening truth is that most people seem to be under the impression that UK wildlife isn’t ‘exciting’ or ‘exotic’ enough. Having been birding for nearly six years now, I can wholeheartedly declare that this is totally not the case! Wherever each of us lives, from the city centre to the middle of nowhere, we can look out of the window and see a world full of avian beauty.
As has become my mantra recently, you just have to open your eyes.
One bird that holds a special place in my heart is the blue tit. Hearing their jubilant trills always paints a smile across my face – there is something quite human about their conversational way of proclaiming territory. Especially on these late winter days, where we taste the first rays of warmth reminding us that spring is gently swaying back towards us, blue tits really live up to their name, sporting crowns of striking sapphire and ultramarine flight feathers. This is because they undergo a body moult before courtship begins in winter; shedding worn, drab feathers in exchange for these richly coloured ones. Their fresh palette incorporates quite the array of other colours too, however. A washed-out lemon belly ripens to butter-yellow on the breast, whilst the mantle (upper back) develops a uniform layer of forest-moss. There is no debating that blue tits are a striking species!