Tuesday, 16 January 2024

Aegithalos caudatus

 Almost exactly a year since I included photos of the Aegithalos caudatus, better known as  Long Tailed Tits, flying onto the feeders, here they are again. I love to see them - always arriving in a group and flitting between the feeders and the Ceanothus. 




Long Tailed Tits were birds I'd never seen until they came to the feeders at the smallholding in the 1990's but they must have been more common in other parts of the country because they have a whole list of local dialect names (info originally from Birds Britannica ) but I've never heard of a Suffolk word for them, and they aren't mentioned in my Suffolk dialect book so maybe they weren't so common in Suffolk until garden bird feeding became popular.

Bumbarrel, Hedge Mumruffin, Poke Pudding, Huggen-Muffin, Juffit, Fuffit, Jack-in-a-Bottle, Bottle Tom, Bum Towel,  Prinpriddle, Feather Poke, Long-tailed Mag, Long-tailed Farmer, Can Bottle, Hedge Jug, Bottle Bird, Barrel Tom, Patiney, Patteny Paley, Ragamuffin, Bellringer, Nimble Tailor, French Pie, Bottle-tit, Billy-featherpoke, Long-tailed Chittering, Puddneypoke, Bottle Builder, Dog Tail, Long Pod, Bush Oven, Oven Bird and Millithrum (Miller’s Thumb)  – all names for a common English bird of hedgerow and heath – the long-tailed tit.


The one name that gets mentioned in poems by the countryside poet John Clare (1793-1864) is Bumbarrel - it's thought this name for them comes from the oval dome-shaped nest they build. This must have been the common name for them in Northamptonshire, where Clare lived.


Emmonsail’s Heath In Winter

I love to see the old heath’s withered brake
Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
While the old heron from the lonely lake
Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing,
An oddling crow in idle motion swing
On the half-rotten ash-tree’s topmost twig,
Beside whose trunk the gypsy makes his bed.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread;
The fieldfares chatter in the whistling thorn
And for the haw round fields and closen rove,
And coy bumbarrels, twenty in a drove,
Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain
And hang on little twigs and start again


and again in the May section of his book of long poems 'The Shepherds Calendar' he writes



Bum-barrels twit on bush and tree
Scarse bigger then a bumble bee
And in a white thorn’s leafy rest
It builds its curious pudding-nest
Wi' hole beside as if a mouse
Had built the little barrel house.

and yet again in a poem about their nests

The oddling bush, close sheltered hedge new-plashed,
Of which spring's early liking makes a guest
First with a shade of green though winter-dashed
There, full as seen, bumbarrels make a nest
Of mosses grey with cobwebs closely tied
And warm and rich as feather-bed within,
With little hole on it's contrary side
That pathway peepers may no  knowledge win
Of what her little oval nest contains -
Ten eggs and often twelve with dusts of red
Soft frittered -

- and full soon the little lanes
Screen the young crowd and hear the twitt'ring song
Of the old birds who call them to be fed
While down the hedge they hang and hide along.

(From Bumbarrel's Nest)

I've never seen one of their nests but they've been deconstructed and found to contain as many as 2,300 feathers and covered with up to 3,000 flakes of lichen and all constructed in as few as 3 days.

Back Tomorrow
Sue

33 comments:

  1. Well done on the photos! I've only ever seen them in the woods nearby and they are so busy and feisty they're impossible to snap!

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    1. Luckily the feeders are in line with my armchair and the camera right beside me!

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  2. Delightful little things - and such an interesting post, thank you.

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  3. How lucky you are to have them visit. One of my favourite visitors to our garden it's always a delight to see them. Love all the names they have been given:)

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  4. It's -9 here this morning, our birdfeeder with sunflower hearts is empty everyday, the feeder with seeds last longer, we have loads of long tailed tits coming in for food.

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    1. The starlings are eating the dried mealworms much to fast - I can't keep up

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  5. Long-tailed tits are a delight. I love to see them in their little flocks. They always remind me of shuttlecocks.

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    1. They are so tiny - except for their tales and move so quickly

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  6. My goodness...what clever little birds. x

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  7. Brilliant little birds - and what fabulous names

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    1. They must have been really common to have had so many names from different parts of the country

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  8. How lovely - they visit my garden too in whirling bundles of pink and buff, then don't see them again for ages. I have heard of "bumbarrel" although not as a Suffolk word. Love these poems - maybe I have seen that word in a poem ages ago. PatC

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    1. They were never around anywhere I've lived until the smallholding. But must have been common elsewhere to have gathered so many names. ( Must be nearly coffee time again?)

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  9. I love the expression 'oddling crow' Sue. As for bumbarrels (my farmer always called them that) they flit through my garden most days working their way down the hedge. I love them.

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    1. Some people dismiss John Clare's poetry but he had some good phrases for country things

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  10. I really enjoyed reading those poems. We only get those dear little birds very occasionally, so lovely when they do visit.
    Alison in Wales x

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    1. I love it when they visit - but it doesn't happen often

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  11. I enjoyed reading the poems, and that is totally amazing regarding the construction of nests. Jean in Winnipeg where it is very cold averaging 20 plus below and with strong winds, and we are all plugging our cars in and hoping they start!

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    1. Thankfully not so cold here - we don't usually get many degrees below freezing

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  12. Marvelous photos and that is quite a list of names for what looks like a fairly small bird.

    God bless.

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    1. They must have been so well known in the past to have had so many dialect names from different parts of the country

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  13. Pretty pictures of pretty birds, Sue! Thanks!

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  14. I have been trying to pick out a favourite name for them - very difficult as so many make me smile. As everyone has said, great photographs.

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  15. Your feeder is very popular. The birds are lovely to watch. Do they continue throughout the year to visit your feeder?

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  16. A couple of years ago I saw a movement in a low tree and a longtailed tit flew out. I saw it was building a nest so I watched discreetly for a while. The completed nest was amazing. I love all the country names and John Clare's poetry. Thankyou for all the interesting information.

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  17. We don't have those (unsurprisingly) so it is interesting to see them. Must look up what the nests are like.

    Ceci

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  18. Your photos are wonderful! I love watching the birds and in this winter weather they can use the extra seed. I have never seen those birds. They are beautiful with such a sweet face.

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  19. Lovely photos. They are such pretty birds!

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