Country Diary 100 years ago: The red-breasted bullfinch does a flit
Originally published in the Manchester Guardian on 17 February 1917
Surrey
The vane above the old church tower moves uneasily a point, and scarcely more, from east towards the south. It is not much, but just enough this morning to make the top of the frosty earth crumble as you walk across a field which was ploughed weeks ago, to show cart tracks along the border way, and, what is more, to set the birds in movement and in voice over the hedgerows and among the trees. When snow not long since lay in the birch wood on the far side of the common the young trees appeared to be dull yellow, but now, with the snow gone, they are cream in colour. The thin shreds of bark peel off like knitted fragments and scatter among the lengthening tassels on hazel boughs. A plaintive note comes from the far side of the birches, then a pause; the swish of the wind goes through or between the long, hanging limbs; the note sounds again, and then, as if following it, a bullfinch flits, the rich red of his breast set off by the darker feathers, which in the lights and shadows among the trees are beautiful beyond belief. You wait a long while to catch sight of any company he may have, but to-day there is none; a stormcock flies on to the highest branch of an ash at the corner of the copse and fills the empty air with singing; you move, and he drops, almost like a stone, below the boughs, but in the space of a short pause is up and again in full song. There is a clamour in the south where the sky is so heavy as to forbid the sight of what it all may mean, but momentarily a great flight of rooks - over a hundred - comes into view, well up in the air, wheeling in an almost solid body to the west. The noise seems to animate everything. Wood pigeons scatter into small flocks, some going this way and some that, a bantam crows, the sheep bleat and the lambs call, the cattle coming from the shed yonder sniff the air and low, halting in their march toward the mangold which lies in a heap near the slicing machine.