An Observation photo by Paul Brookes

Redstart log

I admit, I haven’t been following the redstarts closely enough to know which day the chicks left, or even if they did. It’s possible they died, or a marten got them, as I never heard the loud cheeping that comes from large, impatient redstart chicks, nor did I see their first chaotic flight.
Despite the hedges and scores of trees in his land, old André, made a nesting box and hung it on a beam in the porch. I imagine it was because he and Georgette enjoyed watching nesting and young birds taking to the air. This is the first year the nesting box has been used by birds. Lizards, but never birds.
There are always redstarts nesting around the house, under the eaves, and last year they were in the hayloft. Not a very good choice as the cats get up there. When the chicks hatched, they were forever popping out of holes in the wall, getting into the house, falling out of the pigeon loft, getting stuck in honeysuckle and vine, and having to be rescued.
This year they found their way through the vine that almost hides the entrance, into André’s box.
Mrs Redstart seemed to do most of the work while Mr kept her entertained with his singing. Occasionally he would take over and keep the eggs warm while she stretched her wings and got something to eat. When the chicks hatched, it was Mrs who was back and forth with grubs, and only when the first sounds of cheeping came from the box did the feeding routine speed up and Mr do his bit.
There was another pair nesting over the barn at the back of the house, so there have been redstarts flitting around all spring. Now we see family groups of three or four, so at least one brood left the nest safely. Whether they’re ‘ours’ or ‘them over the barn’ I couldn’t say. They move too quickly to count, and females and young look very much the same. ‘Our’ pair haven’t moved on though, and seem to be making a new nest under the eaves above the nesting box, out of the reach of beech martens. Can’t have too many redstarts.

Jane Dougherty

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Jane Dougherty

lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

fFutures photo by Paul Brookes

Time to make a stand for the rights of unborn babies

There is a mad optimism with a hefty dose of hypocrisy in the idea of exhorting future generations to protect the environment. What future? What environment? Why should we ask our grandchildren to do what we refuse to do? The time to act was yesterday, but we can no more insist that children not yet born take up the burden of our selfishness, than we can blame our parents for bequeathing us their ignorance.
If we want our grandchildren to have an inkling of what we are depriving them of, we have to stop destroying it now. Stop shedding crocodile tears over embryos and start thinking about the world we are condemning real live babies to suffer in. No more cheap air flights, no more fast fashion, no more eating till we need a crane to lift us out of bed while others starve. No more killing, no more destruction of forests, no more palm oil, petrol, no more worship of the most vacuous and useless individuals in society.
We must stop hiding behind the false flags of, it’s the government/the Chinese/the war in Ukraine/immigrants/fascists/anti-fascists. Governments in a democracy do what their electorate wants. Otherwise they are voted out next election. If they allow the construction of more airports, motorways, commercial centres, holiday resorts, golf courses, yachting marinas, monster cruise ships, it’s because they believe they’re vote-winners. Don’t look to paid representatives to vote themselves out of a job by being morally responsible. It’s up to us, the voters, to point out the moral course we wish to follow.
So, no, I’m not going to plead with my unborn grandchildren to be more responsible. I’m going to do what I can to pressure my co-citizens to do the right thing by the future, and finally, get a grip.

Jane Dougherty

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Jane Dougherty

lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.