Dear Readers, we went for the first litter-pick of 2022 in Coldfall Wood yesterday. You might remember how I really like a bit of litter-picking – after a long day of sitting hunched over my laptop it gets me moving, gives me some fresh air and a new perspective, and makes me feel useful. It’s also good to compete inconspicuously with your fellow litter-pickers – we haven’t quite come to blows over who gets to ‘bag’ a crisp packet, but it can get pretty exciting, let me tell you. Anyhow, yesterday we rewarded by masses of blackthorn, whole bushes of it. It looked as if there had been a late snowfall, there was so much frothy white.
And, actually, there wasn’t too much litter – we haven’t had many warm days, but it has been the Easter Holidays so I was pleasantly surprised that there wasn’t much debris. Apart, that is, from along the fence-line between the playing fields and St Pancras and Islington Cemetery. Honestly? This is all piled up on the Cemetery side of the fence. We are in discussion with the management at the Cemetery so hopefully it will be removed soon, before it cascades down the slope and brains someone.
There are lots of baby horse chestnuts popping up in this area – I love their leaves. They remind me of little green hands.
We got several bags full of rubbish and then, as we crossed back across the ‘Everglades’ (the wet part of the wood), we saw this very confiding crow. At first I thought that he or she had some white feathers in her wings, but when we looked more closely, it’s clear that there’s some feather damage there. The bird can fly a bit, but it’s rather worrying. S/he looked at us with a curious eye, and hopped/flew over to the next stump when we seemed to be too close.
It’s always sad when you see a wild creature that’s been injured in some way – sometimes you’re able to catch them so that you can take them to a vet or a sanctuary, but sometimes they’re just about agile enough to evade your advances. My friend A may well pop back today to see how the crow is doing, so watch this space. At the very least, these are intelligent and adaptable birds, so fingers crossed.