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Owls nesting in town

An Young Owl in Town

There's a Young Owl in Town

Hi Trish,  Here is a picture of the baby owl that Penny told you about. 
We have four altogether and are getting bigger by the day. 
The parents don’t seem to bother about us going to talk to them, just keep a watchful eye over us. 
The babies are very co-operative while we are there and will sit for ages.  The one on the wall hadn’t been out of the box that long and he sat there while I managed to get within about 6ft and never even flinched when I took the photo!  Regards – J and W
Thank you J and W for sending this photographs. 
So owls have been nesting in a town garden.  They have reared 4 young and this photo is of one of the young owls.
These owls don’t seem frightened or wary of humans – just take them for granted.  This is the opposite of countryside owls who stear clear of humans!
It’s great to receive this photograph and read such an interesting story of owls nesting in town.  Amazing. 
If anyone else has any photos (or videos) I’d love to see them.
Owls nesting in a town garden
Young Owl having a snooze


On eves of cold, when slow coal fires,

rooted in basements, burn and branch,

brushing with smoke the city air,

When quartered moons pale in the sky,

and neons glow along the dark

like deadly nightshade on a briar,

Above the muffled traffic then

I hear the owl, and at his note

I shudder in my private chair.

For like an auger he has come

to roost among our crumbling walls,

his blooded talons sheathed in fur.

Some secret lure of time it seems

has called him from his country wastes

to hunt a newer wasteland here.

And where the candlabra swung

bright with the dancers’ thousand eyes,

now his black, hooded pupils stare,

And where the silk-shoed lovers ran

with dust of diamonds in their hair,

he opens now his silent wing,

And like a stroke of doom, drops down,

and swoops across the empty hall,

and plucks a quick mouse off the stair …

Laurie Lee


Nursery Rhymes, Poems and Prayers about birds

I thought it would be a good idea to put some nursery rhymes and also poems and prayers  about birds together.   Here they are some nursery rhymes

Little Robin Redbreast
Came to visit me
This is what he whistled,
Thank you for my tea.

Pit, pat, well-a-day,
Little Robin flew away.
Where can little Robin be:
Gone into the cherry tree.


A wise old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird


The North Wind doth blow
And we shall have snow,
And what will the poor Robin do then?
Poor thing.
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.


There were two birds sat on a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de:
One flew away and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.


I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
And oh, but it was laden
With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were all of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors,
That stood between the decks,
Were four and twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck
With a packet on his back,
And when the ship began to move
The captain said, Quack, Quack!


Goosey, goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.


Here is a comment from someone from abroad.  It’s a nice little nursery rhymn.-

Hi Trisha,
There’s a comic somg about a Jay Bird – we used to sing it in Guides with actions:

Way down south not very far off
A jay bird died of the whooping cough
He whooped so hard with the whooping cough
That he whooped his tail and his feathers right off!

It’s sung over and over a few times (sitting on all fours) getting faster and faster and everytime whooping is sung you throw your arms in the air!

very impressed with your site!


I’d love to hear of any more nursery rhymns or poems about birds.