In Darkest Sussex it is so quiet!
In spring or summer, when I pull up here and open the car door, I am enmeshed in birdsong so dense it’s a puzzle to unravel.
But now: a pause – silence – cold wind through the trees – silence – a Magpie – silence – distant gunshots – a passing car – silence – a Crow – tiny sounds: a click, a squeak…
But no rattles: no relay of Wrens through the streambed scrub…
…nothing moving in the yellow Hornbeam coppice, nor in the purple birch tops…
Maybe it’s the cold causing them to keep their heads down, but there are so few birds compared with mid-October, when the wood was busy with young & migrant Goldcrests (46 then>now 2), Robins (43>11), Wrens (37>13), Bullfinches (23>5), and Woodpigeons, Starlings and Skylarks flowed overhead.
Fieldfares (30) and Redwings (24) are new >W, and a couple of Bramblings overhead too.
Then over Beech Mill, 2 Hawfinches came circling over. It’s the first time I’ve seen them here, though I found singles at both Guestling and Sedlescombe last weekend and Robin Harris tells me he had 4 at Darwell a fortnight ago.
I thoroughly approve of all these Hawfinches; it makes the place look like France – a bit.
The main concentration of small birds (Wrens at last) was around the Beech Mill pond, where, through the feathery orange Swamp Cypresses, I could see a Dabchick, 5 Mallard, 4 Gadwall & 8 Moorhens, with 4 Teal on a nearby pond.
The Coot have left, and I have had no records at all of Tufted Duck this year, though in the past they have been quite regular.
Elsewhere though, were extended Zones de Silence – tracts where the only sounds were wintry wind in the treetops and the swish of my boots through big Red Oak leaves.