The houses we live in were built in the 1930's and very soon after they were built swifts built nests in the eves. The same families have been living here and returning from their long trip back from winter in Africa since then. A few years ago there were hundreds in the air - but as the houses are giving planning permission without any environmental considerations their nests have been destroyed. This year there are but a handful in the air above us. There is a bird box designed for the swifts to use, but I understand it is difficult to get the birds to find them unless they are sited near to where they have previously nested.Why, oh why, bird boxes and birds are not included in planning applications is beyond me. In addition to this you have heard me saying how the back gardens are being cleared of the trees and bushes - and bungalows being built. We have taught our boys about the animal life in the garden, as we really enjoy watching the birds, squirrels and foxes. We live in here, and they live out there, or we share their land with them.It is all very well saying 'oh dear the birds are disappearing' but there does not appear to be demonstrated the will or want by the environmental people, do actually do anything about it. It wouldn’t be a big deal, quite easy really to ensure that our wild life in town is protected. How much would a few bird boxes cost when somebody has completely re-built the house? Tackling their loss of food because of the loss of traditional gardens giving way to Victorian brick slums, is another matter – but we are being told that it is John Prescott’s fault. Has anyone bothered to explain to him what is happening with his policy to cram everyone in?Our neighbour’s gutters have until this year had sparrows at one end, and swifts at the other. The sparrows have expanded their arrangement of penthouse suites and have now taken over the whole gutter area. I suppose they had done this before the arrival of the swifts, as they don’t appear to be here this year. There is a big parade of sparrows around the roof area and they are slowly driving Bill, the next doors cat, bonkers. He sits watching and then pretending he is not watching, then ducks under my car in the off-chance one will fly down that low.I haven't caught the programme you mention, Ann, and I am well miffed that I can't view the webcam.
Sarah Felstead ● 7266d