We usually contrive a bird-related theme at the end of January, and in previous years I've written blogs and poems about wrens, bullfinches and black-throated thrushes. This year I thought I'd write a piece about woodpeckers, not an everyday sighting, as I'm sure you're aware, but a fascinating spectacle when spotted, usually in woodland but occasionally in the garden.
There are three varieties of woodpecker to be found in the UK. The largest is the Green Woodpecker, about 12 inches long (woodpeckers haven't gone metric yet), with bright green plumage on its back and wings and a scarlet crest. They make a call that has been described as a 'yaffle', but one can quite often detect them first if they are tapping industriously at some decaying tree-trunk, looking for insects or making a nest-hole. They can also be seen drilling into the ground with their sharp beaks, hunting for ants which they extract with their long tongues. A few years ago, when I had a decaying apple tree in my garden, it was often visited by a green woodpecker. I wonder if its love of apple orchards was why it became adopted as the name and logo of a brand of cider. There are approximately 50,000 breeding pairs in the UK and fortunately their population is on the increase.
Ranking next in order of size is the Great Spotted Woodpecker, about 9 inches long. It is sometimes called the pied woodpecker on account of its black and white colouring, though it also has a distinctive blaze of crimson under its tail, a help to identifying it up in the tree-tops. It is the commonest of the three, with an estimated 150,000 breeding pairs in the country. Adele and I quite often see them when we're walking in Stanley Park woods and it's always exciting to catch a sight of them. They have also been known to visit bird tables and feeders in gardens, so they occasionally feature in the annual RSPB Garden Birdwatch tallies. Their future seems assured.
Smallest of the trio is the appropriately named Lesser Spotted Woodpecker. At about 6 inches long, it's barely bigger than a sparrow. Unlike the other two varieties, its numbers are in sharp decline. Its population has plummeted by 80% in recent decades and there are now thought to be fewer than 2,000 breeding pairs clinging on in our deciduous woodlands. Apart from their small size and crimson crests, they are most noticeable for just how rapid and how loud their pecking action is. They are formidable drillers and drummers. Good luck to them.
Lesser Spotted Woodpecker
I've contrived to write a poem about this rarest of woodpeckers, a bird that is rarely seen as far north as Lancashire, but there are some about; and between now and March is the best time to try and catch a glimpse.Lesser SpottedYes, that's unintentionally right.The barred is the smallest of the tribe,more often heard than seen. Yetwhat a sight when one strikeslucky, following the clueof its staccato tattooringing through the wood,improbably loud for so slight a bird,and spies high among the lattice-workof winter branchesthat tiny headbangerclamped vertically to a trunkand drilling like a power tool,crimson crown almost a blur.
How thrilling to observefor a captivating momentits insectivorous intentin action and to contemplatethe marvel of such a niche design - for decaying trees, woodpeckers;its drumming a signal reminderperhaps to us on the ground thatto adapt is to survive. Butheadaches... does it suffer them?And as it flutters offon moth-like wings, suddenly the glorious reveal,well spotted after all.
I wish you all a rewarding Big Garden Birdwatch this week-end, whether you're spotting in your garden, local park or on a walk on the wild side. I hope you see/have seen some real beauties winging it!
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