Siskin, siskin and chaffinch

Dear Readers, no, it isn’t snowing in East Finchley just yet, but this is just a reminder to those of us lucky enough to have space to feed the birds that it’s seed time again – the RSPB is suggesting that seeds and peanuts are safe to put out for the finches from November to the end of April. The guidance suggests:

• No bird tables or other flat feeders – birds often drop half-eaten seeds onto these, and even daily cleaning is not enough to prevent the accumulation of pathogens
• Give small amounts, to prevent a big build up of birds – it should supplement the natural foods that are around at this time of year, not replace them. It seems to have been a bumper year for berries around here, so hopefully no one will go hungry for a while.
  • Seed and peanuts – the amount  that the birds will eat in one to two days
  • Mealworms – the amount that the birds will eat in a single day (though a reader has pointed out that mealworms are bad for hedgehogs – hopefully they’ll be hibernating by now, but worth keeping an eye out)
  • Suet – the amount that the birds will eat in seven days.
• To be honest, I think this is a little bit confusing but I think the overall message is clear – if your garden looks like Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’, you’re probably overdoing it.

Anyhow, I’ve started re-introducing seed from today, so let’s see who turns up. I was absolutely delighted to see a blackbird in the garden this morning, the first one for ages (a sparrowhawk got the male of the last pair a few years ago).

I am very intrigued by the idea of planting natural food for the birds, though, and would love to know if you’ve planted something that actually worked. I had teasel at one point, which was thoroughly ignored, though I have seen sparrows and blue tits working over the dead buddleia flowers in the front garden.

In other news, I have managed to pick up some bug on the plane back from Venice, and am feeling marginally sorry for myself. But at least it didn’t spoil the holiday! What an amazing place Venice is. Here’s one last photo of San Michele, the cemetery island. Such an oasis of peace amidst all the hustle and bustle….

Venetian Halloween Biscuit

Dear Readers, we’re shortly heading home, but I realise that I haven’t shown you some of the quirkier sights of Venice, so here are some of my favourites…

It doesn’t matter how long you sit outside this Venetian caff, nobody ever comes to feed you. I guess it’s meant for the occupants of the attached hotel, but it’s still a bit confusing….

The Bienniale pops up everywhere….loving this bear and cub.

Venetian grafitti is always a cut above…

Every window is worth stopping to look at…

And below there’s a Venetian water ambulance parked up outside the Hospital..

A very fine crane outside the Arsenale…

And finally, the view from the Acqua Alta bookshop. Probably not the greatest bookshop I’ve ever been to (very crowded and very narrow) but certainly the most atmospheric.

Arrivederci, Venice! See you next time!

Dear Readers, the planned vaporetto strike for today didn’t materialise, and so we headed off on the 5;1 vaporetto to Giardini. We’d decided that, after the visit to the cemetery yesterday (as you know, I do love a cemetery) we’d go and follow up on one of my husband’s interests, naval history. The Naval Museum is in two parts. One is a typical museum, with lots of model ships, naval uniforms etc, but the other has actual boats and ships, so off we went. I did notice this very fine black-headed gull posing for his or her portrait, though. What an elegant bird! I’m sure this one would never steal the cream off of my gelato…

Well, the Ship Hall is very impressive. It used to be the place where the oars were made, before they were paired up with the ships being constructed in. the Arsenale.

Me being me, I was of course interested in the funeral barge. The tradition of transporting coffins to San Michele started after Napoleon took over, in 1807, but the Venetians soon made it their own. The gold orb with wings represents the soul of the departed.

If you were an Admiral, your funeral barge would be led by another barge with four black carved horses.

All very impressive, though I must say that the coffin I saw arriving yesterday was being transported on a standard motor taxi, so I guess, as with all things, it’s about what you can afford.

This was a very fine fishing boat, used to catch the famous soft-shelled crabs of the lagoon. Apparently there are ‘good’ crabs, who have just moulted and so can be eaten whole, and ‘bad’ crabs who, if caught, will fight with all the other crabs and cause damage to the whole catch. I was offered soft-shell crab in a restaurant this week, but didn’t realise that they were local. One lives and learns, clearly.

Traditional Crab Boat

There were also numerous winged lions, in various states of repair and disrepair. The story goes that the relics of St Mark were held in Alexandria, but were stolen on the order of the Doge by two Venetians merchants, and hidden in a barrel of pork fat, which would not be searched by the Muslim customs officers. They were brought to Venice and prosperity reigned, but then they were thought to be lost, and one disaster after another struck the Venetians. Then, suddenly, during an earthquake, a column in St Marks split open, revealing the relics. Hooray! Clearly Venice was favoured by St Mark, and all was well for another few hundred years.

One other very interesting ship, the Elletra, was one designed by Marconi for his experiments in radio signals – the vessel was described as a ‘sea-going laboratory’. Having been requisitioned by the Germans in World War ii, the ship was sunk by Allied bombers, but was eventually hauled from the bottom, with various fragments of the ship in different museums in Italy, including the ship museum in Venice, which got the engine room and some of the oil tanks.

So, that was a very interesting visit, but it was time to head off for lunch. On the way we passed a man playing an accordion, a sure sign that the weekend is approaching, and it’s nearly time for us to head home. But what a great week it’s been! However often I visit Venice, I always find something new…

Dear Readers, I had never been to the cemetery island of San Michele before, but today we decided to make the short hop across the lagoon. The vaporetto was filled with local people making a visit to their deceased loved ones – there’s a vaporetto strike tomorrow, which may have contributed to the crowds, or perhaps the closeness to All Souls on October 31st was also a factor. There is a florist where you can buy flowers for the grave, a coffee dispensing machine, and a map for those who want to seek out the graves of the many famous people buried in Venice.

There was a funeral while we were there – coffins, bedecked with flowers, arrive by boat, often at the back entrance.

The cemetery is a real haven for wildlife, particularly birds, like this jay who was finding something delicious on the trunk of this palm tree.

As you would expect, burial space here is at a premium, and I imagine that strict conditions have to be met before you can be buried here, including a period of residency. There are also strict conditions for being scattered in the lagoon. Many people who do meet the conditions have opted for cremation niches, and I rather liked the ladders scattered about so that you can reach your loved one if you’re on the ‘third floor’.

Lots of famous people are buried here: probably the most famous are Stravinsky, the composer, and Diaghilev, who founded the Ballet Russes.

Visitors to Diaghilev’s grave have left a small mountain of ballet shoes.

I also really wanted to visit Joseph Brodsky’s grave – Brodsky wrote a book about Venice called ‘Watermark’, but he was mainly a poet. I loved this, in particular…

So long had life together been, that once
the snow began to fall, it seemed unending;
that, lest the flakes should make her eyelids wince,
I’d shield them with my hand, and they, pretending
not to believe that cherishing of eyes,
would beat against my palm like butterflies.

— from “Six Years Later”,” Trans. Richard Wilbur

It took a bit of a search, but we eventually found his grave.

I didn’t realise how much I’d been missing green space until I came here, but it was good to sit on a bench and listen to the birds (goldcrest, robin, blackbird, black redstart). And the boat back was filled with Venetians, heading back to the land of the living.

Dear Readers, time seems to have gotten away with me a bit today, but I have just enough time to tell you a bit about our visit to Guidecca today. Situated to the north of the main island of Venice, it’s a low-lying strip of houses, parks, cafés and shops that has its own unique feel. Today, some goods were being picked up by crane, deposited into a large lorry and then taken off across the lagoon, all by boat. And very efficient it was too! In spite of the choppy seas, I’d say it only took about half an hour to sort out the whole thing.

If you want to get your feet wet, Giiudecca is the place, whenever I visit at least – the sea is always crashing onto the pavement. Still, for a little relative peace from the hustle and bustle of St Marks, this is a great option. You can hop over to St Georgio Maggiore, the magnificent Palladio church, on a number 2 vaporetto, but to be honest, my favourite church in the whole of Venice is the Redentore, just along the road. It, too, is a Palladio church, built to give thanks for the end of the 1576 plague in Venice, which killed 50,000 people there. Inside, it has a clean simplicity that I love. Plus, the organ was played when we were there.

Photo By Il_Redentore.jpg: Wknight94derivative work: Alberto Fernandez Fernandez (talk) – Il_Redentore.jpg, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8946416

I lit a candle for my friend Ann, and my friend Margaret, who loved Venice so much. And I lit one for my parents. I’m not a conventionally religious person, but it’s important to me to remember those I’ve loved who are no longer here to enjoy a beautiful day in this beautiful place, at least not in the form in which I knew them. And unlike some of the more baroque churches in Venice you can still feel a serenity and peace here. Do visit if you ever get a chance.

Well, Readers, today we were at the Bienniale, Venice’s two-yearly art festival, and as usual it was a combination between a funfair and a fiesta. We visited the site at the Arsenale, one of my favourite spots in Venice, not least for the collection of lions looted from all over Europe at the front gates. This was where the Venetian Empire delighted in its ability to knock up a complete warship while a visiting monarch was having a (long) lunch. These days the long buildings where ropes used to be knotted and masts constructed are full of art installations instead.

It was also ‘visit the Bienniale with a class of nursery-school children’ day, but the little ones were so enthusiastic, and the teachers were so good at involving their pupils in the art that it was a real delight. After all, while there’s a lot of art here with very serious intent, a lot of it is also fun.

Here are some of my favourites…

I really liked the Italian pavilion, featuring art by Chiara Camoni. The space was filled with figures that reminded me of woodland or household deities, all different, all intriguing. They had a lot of presence, without being overly sinister, for me at least.

I also really liked the Moroccan pavilion, which featured a lot of textile work, which I greatly admired. I know how long it takes me to knock up a baby jacket, so goodness knows how long some of these took….

And then we headed home to Cannaregio, via the Linea One vaporetto. Usually this route is absolutely rammed, as it’s one of the few that travel up the Grand Canal, but for some reason one came in which was half empty, so we got spectacular views of the palazzos and churches. All in all, a busy but stimulating day, rounded off with a very nice beer on the canal opposite the hotel. What a joy this place is!

‘The Angel of the City’, Marino Marini

Dear Readers, I’ve been lucky enough to have visited Venice many times over the past twenty five years, but somehow I’ve never gotten to the Peggy Guggenheim Collection. Maybe because it’s not intrinsically Venetian, I’ve not had the same urge to see it as I have with, say, the Accademia, or my beloved Carpaccios at the School of the Dalmatians. However, this time I did go and was delighted by the range of paintings and sculptures on show – our Peggy clearly had ‘an eye’ for the greats of twentieth century art, and her collection feels like a ‘who’s who’ of famous names.

You might remember that I saw a riposte to the Marini statue a few weeks ago, at the Dulwich Picture Gallery sculpture garden. Nonetheless, for all the obvious masulinity involved, what I took from the scupture in situ was a sense of ecstasy at the sight of the Grand Canal, and who can blame the little uy? I must have stood and watched the gondolas and the water taxis and the vaporettos for half an hour, as they all manouevered around one another.

When I arrived on the balcony, a man was running his hands over the Marini sculpture . I was a bit taken aback, but soon realised that he was blind, and his wife was describing everything to him. What a patient and loving relationship they seemed to have!

The gondoliers manage to time their trips across the Grand Canal to avoid all the faster water traffic, before they disappear into a tiny canal on the other side. Their passengers only looked marginally concerned.

Anyhow, after this we popped off for ice cream close to Campo St Magarita, one of my favourite squares. I was eating my way through my two-scoop tub and talking to this guy….

when this guy flew over my shoulder and took the whipped cream right off of the top.

Hah! Having watched a gull flying off with an entire pizza not twenty minutes earlier, you’d think I’d have learned. But respect, seriously. These are canny, intelligent birds, and who can blame them for nicking some dairy product when we’re busy emptying the seas?

So this was a splendid first full day in Venice, and the weather looks set fair for the rest of the week too. Let’s see what we see.

Yep Readers, I’m back in Venice for what must be about the tenth time in the last twenty-five years. This is the city where John ‘popped the question’, although the café where it all happened was much less picturesque than this – we were sitting between two German backpackers and a Venetian lady with pink hair and the obligatory poodle, who all clapped when I said ‘yes’. But this time we’re visiting with a friend who, though a world traveller, has never been to Venice.

We flew in on a mega-crowded BA plane with two broken overhead lockers, scrambled onto the express bus and then, like proper Venetians, got the 5:1 vaporetto to our hotel on the Cannaregio canal. This time we’re trying this place:

Carnival Palace Hotel

It’s popular with tour groups, but having just been on a tour in South Africa I can’t complain! The rooms are nice and quiet and the service is good, plus it’s in a quieter, more interesting part of Venice, to my mind at least. If you’re only here for a few days and want to see all the main sites, somewhere more central is probably better, but it will also be more crowded and noisier.

We had dinner here, and while we were waiting for it to open (we wanted to eat early what with one of our party having flown in from Toronto) we went for a walk along the little canal above, and apart from someone’s terrier having an altercation with a chihuahua on the opposite bank it was absolutely serene.

There were a few little antique/glass shops along the canal, one selling 18th century Venetian tea cups, but this little fellow caught my eye….who can resist a glass hornet?

And at the end of the canal there was a rose garden with this sign.

Indeed! Enough of that picking the roses away nonsense. Let’s leave them for everybody to admire.

Yes, Readers, I’m off yet again, and 2026 is clearly the year of getting out and about. But where this time? Here are a few clues….results tomorrow!

Fig-leaved Goosefoot (Chenopodium ficifolium) Photo  By Dalgial – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15995459

Dear Readers, naturalists (including myself) are often nervous about using new technology to identify plants or insects or, indeed, anything else. “What’s wrong with a field guide!” we cry, “and get a hand lens! Or some binoculars!” But gradually, many of us have realised the potential of phone apps like Merlin or Plant Net, or some of the extremely useful expertise-based websites, such as iNaturalist or Facebook groups. I, for one, have been astonished at the wealth of expertise on some of the groups dedicated to wild plants, spiders and bees and wasps on Facebook.

However, AI is a whole new ballgame, so in my Botanical Society of Britain and Ireland (BSBI) magazine this month I was very interested to read an article by botanist David Steere. He decided to try out Google Gemini AI to see how it would perform, and how it compared to his own observations.

First thing was, don’t upload your photos already named with the species, or the AI will ‘cheat’.

Secondly, Steere found that you needed to upload as much information as possible with the photo – size, habitat, plant height etc. He then told AI what he thought it was, and asked it to verify. Its  great strength is looking in detail at the photo, going down to pixel level to look at hairs on the stem etc (though it occurs to me that the quality of the photo will have an impact on this).

If you don’t include additional information, AI does get things wrong – Steere describes how it  decided that the Fig-leaved Goosefoot in the photo above was a young Tree Mallow (Malva arborea). When he gave it the size of the plant  and the location, AI got it right. The key thing here is, of  course, that Steere knew what he was looking at, and could correct the AI. A lot of us won’t have that depth of knowledge.

Steere found that the sources that the AI was using for identification were sound – including Clive Stace’s recently updated Flora of the British Isles, and the BSBI’s own website. It was also very good at comparing closely related plants, and compiling a useful table of the differences between them. But he came to the conclusion that, at present, Gemini AI at least is only really useful for botanists with a bit of experience, who have a rough idea of what they’re looking at. I would add that it makes sense always to go back to the field guide and see if what you’ve been ‘told’ makes sense.

I suspect that AI will have a role to play in identification, but it’s far from the last word. Personally, I’d rather trust a human being with experience and knowledge, who can explain why what I’m looking at is what it is. Plus, it’s the enthusiasm of humans for their subject which is so contagious and brings such joy. I’ve not yet met an AI engine  that does the same.

I am very curious to hear about how you are all getting on with the AI revolution (if indeed you are :-)). Pop something in the comments if you’re using it! Like all technologies, it’s neither good nor bad, it’s just how humans choose to use it.