Obvious signs that winter is behind us

The eye-catching Scarlet Elf Cup in the Scottish Wildlife Trust site at Whitlaw Wood.
The eye-catching Scarlet Elf Cup in the Scottish Wildlife Trust site at Whitlaw Wood.

Into March now so there’s expectancy in the air that winter’s behind us. Green shoots in the main blades of daffodils, the most obvious sign, are poking through the soil; subtle changes by the day to see, and some to hear to confirm the inexorable march of the seasons.

Ever longer lighter days are complemented with birdsong especially heard at daybreak and into the twilight when the thrush’s vibrant, varied and full-throated song is supreme.

Wintering flocks are also on the move - over 100 whooper swans were seen resting at the remote Alemoor loch and skeins of pinkfooted geese reported flying very high heading north.

During the day in the garden there’s been a constant twitter from small flocks of finches high amongst the branches of surrounding trees as if delighting in the increased sunshine whilst more earth bound birds - robin, dunnock and wren - trill from hedge and shrub marking territory.

Also defining its territory in its own inimitable way was a male sparrowhawk which made a spontaneous visit to my new freestanding bird feeder I’d just positioned. It probably thought the more exposed position, though nearer to the house, offered easy pickings but the dense cotoneaster bushes close by were safe refuge for its prey.

From my new vantage point inside the bay window the hawk could be seen in vivid detail. The lasting impression is of its unique almost glowing orangery-buff or rufous colouring and the relaxed way it preened on one of the perches there, after alighting in an instant as if to lick its wounds at its failure to make a kill. Then with a flick of its wings, it glided effortlessly away.

Winter though still held its grip in Whitlaw Wood the Scottish Wildlife Trust site when I visited. Interesting though to see where the former Waverley line ran following the Slitrig Water how the infrastructure for drainage laid down so long ago meant the former track was relatively dry to walk along though one had to weave amongst the numerous self-sown trees of birch and hazel.

Beyond the reserve through the trees on the old line could be seen green and flat, sweeping away to the Flex in a sharp curve in a deep cutting with sheep shorn grassy banks as smooth and graceful as if ‘landformed’ by the landscape architect Charles Jencks himself.

It was we spotted amongst the leaf litter and mosses, splashes of crimson red as outlandish and eye-catching a colour as intense as anything summer can deliver. A fungi identified as the Scarlet Elf Cup, one of the very few (ranging in size from that of a golf tee to an egg cup) that can establish even in frosty weather to steal a march in the spring.