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@sitspotstop
In mid november I said goodbye to my sit spot.
I took a precious stick of Elder that I had been holding onto , to give it back. I left it on the stone that I sit on while I am there. I know one day I will return to this sit spot, but now I am living in a different part of town and I can no longer get to this sit spot easily.
27th oct. Sunday morning. I can hear squirrels in the trees above me talking to one another. The trees are about 10 yrds from one another and there is a squirrel in each. The sound they make is a little similar to crows but quieter. There is also a lot of communication between little song birds. Twittering. The squirrel knows I am here. I try copying their sound. Its hard. I think I annoy them in the process and they retreat further away. I get a headache. It comes suddenly. I ask my body where the origin of this head ache came from. I am drawn to by belly. The head ache goes away. I hear an alarm call in the SE. Its a blackbird. --- Things go quiet for a while. I close my eyes. I listen. My mind wanders. I pretend that my deeper worries and troubles are like the clouds. I let the wind blow them away ... I open my eyes. I think of my dark and light mirrors. I cry. Again. I can't remember the last day when I didn't cry. - I see a dog running along the path at the bottom. I don't see any owner. My alertness always sharpens when I see a dog because I don't want them to give my secret spot away to people. - I become aware of what sounds like foot steps behind me. I think I am imagining it. I become aware of the sound of the road and the cars on it. I am intensely aware of the wind. An aeroplane goes overhead. And another. I see leaves drifting down around me. Fluttering down to the ground. I hear them pitterpatter as they land, falling as gentle as snowflakes. - I see the same dog run back along the path. Again no sign of the owner. A bird in the SE has started chirping. I'm not sure what this sound is or means. Its a repetative sound, it doesn't sound distressed, but maybe slightly worried- like its calling out for something, or seeking and answer to its call. - I hear calls from behind. A lady. Calling after something. - The weather to me is the external embodiment of emotion. The wind is anger, restlessness, irritation, the wind is desire. With each proud gust helping the trees to let go of what needs to be let go of, so that they can start afresh when the time is ready.
- 10th oct. Windy and cold. It feels like autumn. I can hear quite a lot of birds behind me at edge of wood. The wind is so loud in the trees that its hard for me to hear what birds they are. - Two crows fly through the wood over head, from se to nww. Crow call from E Walker along the bottom path. Squirrel E oak. Heading NE
19th Sunset. Quiet. I'm with my drum and singing while I play.
18th 1044 Birds are still quiet. Not much sound, the odd song amidst the stillness. Blackberries are out. Perhaps they are all too busy feasting to bother with singing... There is a high pitched squeak , not sure which bird that is.
9th 900 Colder air. A slug. Feeling august. No bird song other than a wood pigeon. Quiet. The city sound silence is something to observe.
7th august A new bird sound heard in the tree tops. Like a chaffinch. Call and answer. Tree creeper. 2 of them. 3 of them. Foraging on the oak trees next to me.
31st
Back in sheffield in my old sit spot after a long 2 weeks away.
It is hard to settle, I have stepped back into bustle life. I hear a robin singing beautifully on my way to my sit spot.
Once sat down, I see a few squirrels take note of me, from up in the tree. I wonder weather they recognise me, and weather they think I have got sunflower seeds for them.
I say a quick prayer and leave.
14th 2020 In coed hills forest garden. Very quiet and still A few calls from the tall trees by the mushroom lab I see two birds sat at the top of the laylandii. They fly off Now a woodpigeon takes their place and starts singing. Now the two other birds (swallows I think) come back to join the wood pigeon Now they all leave at once. A plane flies over.
10th 2135 Wood pigeons singing their lullaby before lights out. Three lads walk down the allotment path, talking loudly. I don't think they disturb the birds that much, but then I can't tell, because I have just turned up myself, so I don't know what "base line" is yet. The wood pigeons have stopped. A crow calls.
9th 834 It seems like there are lots of insects in the woods today. There is a song call coming from direct W, I see a new bird I've not seen before. Chchwewe chchwewe Is its current sound. There are a few of them. They are brown backed and a bit bigger than a blue tit. I don't think they r sparrows.
8th 913 Two blackbirds are sat up on branches. I have a secret to tell. I have been leaving little offerings of sunflower seeds in my sit spot for the past few days, and I think now the wild life is starting to recognise me as a source of food. I can even hear rustling now in the undergrowth - perhaps the little mice know I'm here with treats! After about 5 mins, there is specific calls around the wood, from the larger birds first, and then the smaller ones. There are quite a lot of wood pigeons in the wood this morning. There is a very tuneful bird singing in the SW direction. It may be a blackbird but it may be otherwise.
7th 1700 A very tuneful bird at the edge of the wood, it may be a blackbird but I'm not sure.
6th Dusk. Very peaceful. Sun is setting. Everything feels full of life.
4th 1000 2 squirrels in the N. They look like baby ones from this year. They are following one another. A lady walks along the path. The squirrels climb further up. There is this bird that makes a high pitch squeaky sound, like a squeaky bike wheel, going round and round.
1017 Blackbird shows up, male, on beech tree to E. 2 of them now, in sycamores, NE.
3rd 1000 After about 5 mins, the calls become louder. I see a long tailed tit close to me. Squirrels in the trees. Lots of activity of small birds in the canopy of the oaks.