Two weeks ago I moved into a new home. Same village, different house, from a tiny pretty house with views of the Severn, to an unattractive (outside) house with double the amount of light and space and a studio at the bottom of the garden. Since lugging my life belongings across the threshold, I have been without wifi, phone signal or views of the river.
I was worried I would miss the birds from Severn Street, the clattering gangs of jackdaws; the swallows and swifts, the growing families of blackbirds, starlings and sparrows that snatched up mealworms from my garden steps.
This morning, after fourteen nights of bad nights and frustrating days, disconnected and out of touch with the world in terms of internet, messaging, and long chats, things took a turn for the better.
I awoke to a crazy amount of bird activity outside. I threw the window wide open to see what the raucous noise was and saw jackdaws. Loads of jackdaws. Chattering away, hopping around on the ground, lines on the ridges of neighbours houses, flying in from above my head.
One brave seagull stood amongst the jackdaws, looking a bit out of place.
A series of flocks of starlings whizzed up the street, from left to right, passing low, like a military fly-by, before disappearing, off to reform murmurations elsewhere.
As I write, the jackdaws clatter above my head on my roof, slipping and sliding, dropping off the tiles. Below, a sole blackbird enters the frame, followed by a turtle dove, then another (doves always hangout in pairs). Flurries of sparrows flit from hedges to ledges.
I went downstairs to make a cup of tea and brought it back to bed. An email has managrd to arrive through the tiny chink of EE’s armour, a digital connection that squeezes into my house through a miniscule gap of time and space.
A message sent from above:
Hi Carolyn, Great news! Your EE broadband services is now ready to use in your new home.
You should see the smile on my face.
PERSONAL NOTE: It would have been my fathers birthday today – he died a long time ago, far too early. He loved birds, but never had the pleasure of using the internet. Funny today to think of him, at this moment, when technology and wildlife mean so much to me and our family. He would have been very proud of my sister, Sue Thomas, who wrote books called Correspondence, Hello World and Technobiophilia.