Posted by: Linda Proud | March 3, 2011

Tit Willow

Just as blackbirds haunt winter, so there is a little bird that is the sound of spring, especially now, in the absence of cuckoos (about which I feel ambivalent). It has a two-note sing song and it took me years to identify it – well, not years of continuous study, you understand – but I eventually pinned it down to the variously named, or perhaps ever so subtly different willow tits or coal tits. As we have more willows round here than coal, I reckon ours is a willow tit.

This last week we spotted a bird at the feeder we hadn’t seen before, the size of a blue-tit only with a black head. I went to the bird identifier and yes, you guessed, it was a willow tit. Or perhaps a coal tit. But it gets better, because a couple of days later we saw the same bird (presumably) singing in a bush opposite the window of David’s study. QED.

I went on the internet to find out who wrote Tit Willow. It turned out to be Gilbert and Sullivan but, oh, the glories of browsing, I found this on the way.  Enjoy.

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