Birds of East Finchley

Recent walks around the suburb I call home have resulted in the sighting of 14 different bird species. Some are ones that you see every day around here, like Carrion Crows, Starlings and Feral Pigeons; if you’re walking to the Tube station, you can’t miss those. But by taking your time and looking up, there’s so much more. 

Overhead, the screeching can only mean one thing – Ring-necked Parakeets. These very distinctive birds, whose introduction to Britain has been the subject of several urban legends as colourful as the birds themselves, are very much a permanent fixture of the modern London bird scene. They, and the Starlings, are by far the most common visitors to the bird feeder in my front garden — although since I started putting out nyjer seeds on the feeder in my front garden, the Goldfinches are giving them a run for their money!  

Also seen flying overhead have been a few Jackdaws, who I have not seen on my home patch since January, and Black-headed Gulls, much more frequent and a misnamed bird if ever there was one.

On the bridge over the Tube line, I heard and then saw a Robin in a tree on the verge. Birdsong is not my strong suit but it’s got better over the years, and Robins are now among those I can readily identify by sound alone. They’re also among the earliest risers, in addition to which they sing all year round. Not much further along was a Great Tit, while looking up I saw about twenty Starlings perched on the roof of a tower block. 

Over in Cherry Tree Wood, the local park across the High Road from the station, it’s been a case of plenty of birdsong but not many bird sightings on my walks there of late. I can hear the Blue Tits but I’ve only seen one in a tree just outside the park itself. Less elusive were some ground-feeding Woodpigeons and Magpies, and a Carrion Crow loitering on the fence by the children’s play area. 

One bird that I’d not seen for several months (not in East Finchley at any rate) was the House Sparrow. A couple of days ago, though, I did. One male, not far from a row of terraced houses where I know there’s a breeding colony, and as such it’s rather noisy, and the sparrows much more visible, in the spring. 

Another bird I see on an infrequent basis in East Finchley is the Dunnock. The day before yesterday, though, I was in luck — timing is so often everything when it comes to birding, and I saw one flitting on a bench just around the corner from the Windsor Castle pub, not far from home.