Early morning view from the terrace |
I have been on holiday in the Chianti region of Tuscany -
enjoying the hot weather and clear blue skies.
Eating good food was high on the
agenda and we located great local dishes - obviously lots of fresh pasta, ewes
milk Pecorino cheeses, Prosciutto, Salamis and such intensely tasting Tomatoes
that they make UK ones seem totally unrelated!
I also dined on thick Wild Boar
stew, delicate Truffle sauces and a delicious local speciality Tripe dish –
which only I ordered!
This was all washed down with Chianti wines that were so
locally produced, for most part as we drank them, we overlooked the very vineyards that produced
them. During all this gluttony I did however still manage to keep half an eye
on what the wildlife was up to!
I particularly noticed how the day offered up different
species at certain times. I would start the day with a mug of coffee in hand, sitting
out on the terrace that overlooks the wooded hillsides below. The bird life is
at its most active at this time of the day, before the sun gains too much
strength and sends most of them into hiding within the shade of the woods. Sounds
carry spectacularly well in the completely still, cool morning air, so that I
could clearly hear birds calling from way over on the other side of the valley.
The fluting call of Golden Oriole could be heard as it moved
amongst the trees, with Blackcap and Sardinian warbler adding to the early
morning’s gentle refrain, while calls from Nuthatch, Great Spotted Woodpecker
and overhead Swallows completed the chorus. Every now and then, the loud
yaffling call of Green Woodpeckers would resound around the valleys as they
flew through the trees to find a new spot to feed. Hooded Crows occasional flapped past in a lazy fashion, cawing as they went.
As the sun slowly rose into the sky and the day gathered heat,
the background buzz of insect life would start in earnest and the birds would begin
to fall silent. The first butterflies would now take to the wing, until most
available flowers were covered in Swallowtails, Blues, Fritillaries, Skippers and
Whites, not to mention Humming Bird Hawk moths and Bees. By this time of the morning with the sun now high in the sky, Cirl Buntings were the only birds that could be bothered to sing, their rather weak song repeated at intervals.
This year a local Bee-keeper has introduced hives into the
valley and the Lavender flowers around the house were completely covered with honey
bees. During the early afternoon each day, the Bee-eaters would fly up the
valley and hang around the trees overlooking the hives, taking advantage of the
new diner that had so thoughtfully been introduced for them.
Around 6pm every evening the local wild Boar population
would start to stir from their daytime slumbers and sudden loud squeals and
snorts would unexpectedly break the silence, as family squabbles broke out over
some choice food item that had been found. Roe deer would also start to emerge
from cover to feed amongst the clearings, emitting the occasional sharp bark to
shatter the peace - a warning of some danger that may or may not be lurking
close by.
As the sun disappeared and dusk fell, the chirring call of the
nightjar would drift up from the valley below, joining in with the cacophony of
Crickets and Cicadas, creating an almost reggae like performance. Eventually as
proper darkness fell, a Tawny Owl would hoot its call, only for another to answer
from further up the valley.
You could set your Tuscan clock with a fair degree of
accuracy by the sounds that emanate up from the wooded valley below.
I also noted that a nearby organic wine grower had planted
roses at the end of alternate rows of vines and I was intrigued to know if it
was just for a little bit of colour, or whether it had some other significance.
On making some enquiries I discovered that they are planted as an early warning
system for the onset of an attack of mildew. The roses are more vulnerable to
mildew than the vines, allowing the grower to be prepared for action - Copper
Sulphate can be used.
Does it work I asked? No, not really he replied with a smile,
but they do look nice don’t they!
How can you not eat well with local shops such as this... |
and markets like this! |
Roses and vines - a pretty mix - but that is about it! |
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