Saturday 12 May 2012

Tim Wootton Wildlife Art: End of Summer

Tim Wootton Wildlife Art: End of Summer
Great site with wonderful artwork. Inspiring me to get on with new work.
Stumbled on the road killed buzzard and dead Fulmar on-line back from 2008, then you can link back-up-to-date with Tim's ongoing blog. Also some terrific links to other artists. Rather distracted by teaching at the moment and keen to make some more space to draw so it's inspiring to see other artists at work, I must get out there, I will, I will..... Loving having the screaming circling swifts back in the village wheeling in fast circles over the garden.

Monday 7 May 2012

Song of Songs

With the spring sluggishly rolling forward, various migrants are returning. Chiff-chaffs have been dropping their repetitive song for weeks and swallows and house martins are feasting on the drowsy insects. I finally saw a swift this evening, so for me things are pointing towards summer.

But one returner has excited us locally over recent evenings; a nightingale that has chosen to stop and make its play for a mate nearby. Although not unknown in Norfolk, these are by no means common, and I have never heard one before. Having been tipped off that he was about, we jumped in the car to see if we could hear him. On stepping out of the car at around 10pm, we immediately heard the song standing out, simply being the only songbird to be heard at that time of night. Although about quarter of a mile away, the sound was carrying comfortably on the windy night air and we stood listening for 15 minutes or so. I managed to record it, but the combination of distance and wind meant it was not a great recording.

Returning a couple of days later on a stiller evening to see if I could get a better recording, I positioned myself before dusk near to where the song had seemed to come from. Waiting and listening to the night sounds through the headphones of my digital recorder, I was immersed in a soundworld of extraordinary drama; songs of blackbirds, robins and chaffinches all around were invested with an intensity absent when heard in the daytime; the cough of deer and pheasants were like bombs going off, and the tawny owl hooting completed the soundtrack perfectly. As I stood there, shadows darkening on each side, I saw a barn owl flick silently out of a copse, before returning minutes later with prey, passing mere yards from me. But no nightingale.

And then, just as I was ready to go, resigned to the fact that it had moved on, it started. And I was stood right next to it! As you can hear from this recording, I was then treated to a bravura performance, of trills, swoops, chirrups and buzzes.



Nightingale song is a somewhat tired poetic shortcut for beauty, but I'm not sure that I would class the song as outright beautiful. Other birds have more mellifluous and sweet-sounding song (the larks I recorded recently for one). But the power and range of sound produced was startling, and as any musician knows, it is what you don't play that matters as much as what you do, and the gaps around the sound heightened the drama of the song further.

In some ways, the song is actually reminiscent of many other bird's - it has some of the same repetitive phrasing of the thrush, the rich tone of the blackbird and the powerful trills of the chaffinch. In that way it is somehow the quintessence of birdsong, as if all of the birdsong in the world has been packed into this little drab, brown bird and is bursting forth in case it should burst.  It is certainly a uniquely captivating song, and the whole experience is one that I shall remember for a long time.

Cycling back from the pub the evening after, the nightingale was still going, the sound filling the whole valley in the still evening. "There's the nightingale" we said. From rarity to old friend in a few days...

Tuesday 1 May 2012

New Naturalists

I was given a beautiful book this weekend, the new 'Bumblebees' edition from the Collins New Naturalist series. I have seen the older editions of this series but had not seen these newer versions which feature cover art by Robert Gilmor, a new name to me. The new covers continue the spirit of the original series, but bring something new to them, and I think are quite beautiful.  It transpires that Robert Gilmor lives and produces these gorgeous linocuts in North Norfolk. Here's an example of his work, from the cover for the 'Dragonflies' edition from New Naturalists:


I can understand how people could easily become obsesssive collectors of these wonderful books...I shall endeavour not to become one of them.