Blue Tits
The Blue Tit’s scientific name is Cyanistes caeruleus. Cyanistes is from the Ancient Greek World kuanos meaning dark blue, which is the …
The Blue Tit’s scientific name is Cyanistes caeruleus. Cyanistes is from the Ancient Greek World kuanos meaning dark blue, which is the …
Blue Tits are one of our most decorative birds. If only we could see them as they see each other. The males …
I’ve not been out of the house for a few days. I’ve been sitting in listening to the spout of water coming …
Isn’t this a gorgeous little character?
I’m delighted to be spending time with Blue Tits in the forest here at Lago di Alviano. These don’t have metal rings …
Finally! Some decent light. Aren’t Blue Tits fantastic? This one has a raised crest to die for: They’ve got to be one …
Bird photography is all about closeness and light. Sometimes the two arrive together and provide the perfect combination. This Blue Tit shows …
It’s beautiful light in the forest as a Blue Tit approaches: They have a very familiar wide-legged stance. Perfect.
Blue Tits weren’t always called Blue Tits. They were once called Titmice or Titmouse. The mice or mouse in their name doesn’t …
Snow has been falling all afternoon and delicate powdery flakes have been cushioning the world into a different, eerie, soft and soundless …
I love Blue Tits. I’m used to seeing them in Devon. Here they are in Italy: This one so is immaculately groomed …
Leafing through this 1950s Ladybird book is fascinating. Today I’ve come to the Blue Tit: Here’s my childhood sketch of Blue Tits. …
Walking along an aerial boardwalk I see wonderful drawings of birds routered into the handrail. I love this one of a Blue …
Forty years ago I was twelve when I sketched these Blue Tits. It’s a parent feeding a juvenile bird: Today I’m in …
Forty years ago I was a 12 year old boy heading off into the woods with the intention of finding wildlife. I …
An evening walk in Somerset leads us to a woodland we’ve never visited before. It’s pungent with Bear’s Garlic and rippling with …
People picking a favourite month always seems strange to me, as if you could have one month without the others. Anyway, if …
“When will I have time for Redstarts?” I asked a few weeks ago. Well, ‘today’ is the answer.
I love this Bluebell wood. These are native Bluebells with their thin stems and nodding heads. Their colour is so intense at …
It’s a beautiful day in Madeira. I’m heading to Calheta in the south-west of the Island; I’m staying in the north-west of …
Blue Tits, Cyanistes caeruleus, always cheer me up. Who doesn’t have their spirits lifted when they see a bright, tiny little bird …
There are Blue Tits galore in the trees in this Italian forest. Their Italian name is Cinciarella, pronounced Chin-char-ella. Their beaks are …
There’s a Great Blue Skimmer dragonfly, Libellula vibrans, at the bottom of this Virginia garden. It’s a handsome beast: I creep a …
We’re relaxing on the rocks at the side of the Potomac River when a Great Blue Heron flies straight past us. It’s …
There’s a raucous screaming outside in the car park. It’s the Blue Jays again. They call to each other all the time. …
Marsh Tits are quite difficult to photograph. They are fast and pay only fleeting visits to exposed perches. There are far fewer …
A recent business trip to Eastbourne saw me staying in the sort of hotel I always imagined Bournemouth would have. The young …
Forty years ago I was busy compiling my nature notebooks. I was twelve years old when I started them and was very …
A male Blue Tit has just fed its mate. A clutch of healthy eggs is on its way.
In Italy we visit Lago di Alviano and enjoy their small birds’ hide. The hide is large and L-shaped, there’s furniture in …