Gazing at Japanese Tit Birds

January 27, 2024

Having put in the most demanding week of work I’ve done in years, then been woken early after a mostly sleepless night, I’ve kicked off this long-awaited weekend by sitting at the living room window and gazing for hours at Japanese tits.

In a life increasingly marked by failure, it’s fair to say that one area in which I’ve excelled is in having a good eye for the birds.

With a constant companion twittering away while nibbling on my ear, it’s hard to keep my mind of things like boobies and other types of tits, and before I come across like some fluffy-backed tit-babbler or horned screamer, I should note that this often gets me thinking about a good shag, European, rough-faced or otherwise, which can sometimes make me feel like some kind of common loon or even a spangled drongo.

But, I have to admit that I am utterly delightful it is to just sit around and watch the avian life enjoy itself in Kangaeroo Corner.

We get all sorts of bird life coming to enjoy our garden.

Unbelievably, this brings me immense joy.

Watching the birds has become enthralling for me, I guess because of the close bond I have with Dino and realizing how these gorgeous little creatures probably all have their own vibrant personalitie.

I’d never really given much thought to things like flora and fauna, but the pandemic has given me a chance to get closer to both and I am better off for it, hopefully becoming more empathetic toward people at the same time.