Sleeping soundly and feeding prolifically: Joshua’s first month

It’s usually not considered good form to sleep soundly while people visit you – except when you’re just a few weeks’ old, and the whole ‘being alive’ thing seems only slightly more comprehensible than it was on day one.

Jen and I are learning loads – such as, making sure the frills on a nappy lie outwards, or there will be another leakage and another soiled babygrow. We’ve also learned that arriving somewhere doesn’t mean we’ll actually get to see much of where we’ve arrived: we’ve twice been to National Trust properties and spent two or three hours oscillating between the cafe and baby change faciliity. Despite these little challenges, we’re finding that the whole learning experience is very enjoyablzzzzz…

We’ve had a few guests, which has also been a privilege and joy. Both Margarets have stayed twice, and agreed with each other that my mum would be Grandma and Jen’s mum would be Grandmama (which she is to George and Sophie). While they were both here we went to viist Montacute House, near Yeovil. Andrew and Rachael have also visited a few times with Sophie and George: Sophie’s a little excited about her new cousin!

With the Grandmargarets on the clothes peg at Montacute House

In Yeovil with Rachael, Sophie, Andrew and George.

We were especially grateful to two sets of guests who insisted on cooking for us: firstly Sharon and Jon Whitmarsh who came with Harrison (why we didn’t take a photo when they were here I don’t know), and Charlotte and Jeffrey Bardell, who came with Mary and Katie (Jeffrey being one of Jen’s cousins).

Charlotte, Mary and Katie with Joshua. Photo by Jeff

Jen with Joshua in a sling

We bought an Ergobaby carrier as a must-have for taking Joshua on walks through the countryside… but then discovered that, in the hot weather, he overheated very easily. So we got hold of a sling as well. The sales assistant was astonished when I willingly tried on the sling – every other bloke she’d suggested this to had shied away. I said that I’d been softened up for this by my sister-in-law (Rachael) who’d first persuaded me to carry George in hers for a while.

I’d joked to Jen that we should get a sling in camouflage colours so that I could take Joshua birdwatching, so I was amused when the assistant said she had only black or khaki in stock – even Jen thought khaki was the better option given that choice!

We’ve even had guests over from the USA, though we can’t possibly claim that they travelled over just to see Joshua! First of all Alison Teply arrived with her youger daughters Lydia and Clara: Alison went to the same school as Jen in Warwick, and they both did research in Cambridge at the same time, before Alison got married and went to live across the pond.

Lydia, Clara and Alison Teply, Jen, Joshua yawning, and grandmama.

We were delighted also to welcome Ed and Nan McCallum, who are on their first trip to the UK. Ed was my pastor for a year-and-a-half when I lived in Tucson, Arizona, in the mid-90s. I loved being part of New Covenant church because for me it was the first time that I felt part of a church family, and I greatly valued the friendships that grew there. It was great to be able to catch up with them about what’s happened in the 23 years since I left. After leaving Tucson, Ed served in Chicago at the headquarters of the Evangelical Presbyterian church (of which New Covenant Church was a part). He left recently to become part of ITEN, a mission agency dedicated to empowering and educating church leaders in the developing world.

Ed and Nan McCallum with Jen and Joshua

We were also delighted to meet with Richard and Catherine East, and their daughters Marianne and Amy, at Montacute House. They’re serving in Japan with OMF, working with students.

On the clothes peg at Montacute House with Amy, Marianne, Richard and Catherine East

We also did a barbecue for some local families who have recently had babies themselves: Lizzie came with Ewan and her older son Ollie, Rob and Rachel with Hugo, and Adam and Heather with Alice.

Rachael, Ollie, Lizzie, Adam, Rich, Jen, Heather – with Hugo (very alert), Joshua and Alice (not very alert).

Let me finish with a few other photos that we like.

Joshua with Jen

Dad time

Mum time

 

Moles and drought – plus a little owl

Just over a week ago, the three of us were going with Katie, a friend from London, along the back lane from Shapwick to Ashcott. I was focusing on Joshua so, if Katie hadn’t exclaimed, would have completely missed an unusual sight: a mole sprinting – as much as a mole can sprint – along the side of the lane. It crossed over and dived into a roadside ditch, just before a van drove past.

For once I managed to think quickly enough and realised that my iPhone was the best chance I had of recording the event.

Mole running along the back road from Shapwick to Ashcott

My delight at seeing a live mole for the first time in my life was tempered by the realisation that its running along the road – as opposed to going along a deep tunnel underground – was almost certainly a reaction to the drought.

Anecdotal evidence indicates that this is happening quite widely. On the Mammal Society’s Facebook page one member (“Bog Myrtle”) reported having come across four dead moles in her travels in West Dorset, and another came across two near Bristol – in both cases, in places where previously they hadn’t encountered any. A local Somerset photographer recently obtained a shot of a fox with a mole in its mouth. It’s not possible to quantify such anecdotal evidence but it does suggest that many moles are suffering badly because of the drought.

Mole running along the back road from Shapwick to Ashcott

I tried a little Internet research but couldn’t get much further than rather general statements. I read that in drought moles are known to head above ground in search of water. I also read that they go down to their deepest burrows, to find worms which have responded to drought by digging deeper. This is a little contradictory and I’m left with a feeling that there’s some guesswork going on.

Seeing this particular mole has prompted me to ask some obvious questions. What if the drought is so long that the worms descend below a mole’s deepest burrows? And what if the ground is so dry and hard that a mole can’t excavate any deeper? Would that not impel a mole in desperation to head in the opposite direction, up out of its network of burrows to find somewhere – anywhere – with food? Even if that meant sprinting along tarmac? And, more importantly, once it does that – what are its chances of survival?

I could easily have missed it, but I haven’t found evidence of research about the effect of drought on moles. This region could present a good one to study because there’s an interesting contrast between the dry Polden Hills, where this mole was running, and the marshy fields a mile away in the Levels, which remain moist not far below the surface. The weather conditions would be almost identical. Maybe this could be a potential project for a field biologist?!

Little Owl near Moorlinch

On a more cheerful note, Jen and I encountered a little owl near Moorlinch a few weeks back. I chanced upon it again a couple of weeks later and, as I happened to have a camera with me, stopped to photograph it. As these were my first decent photographs of an owl, I was well pleased. Nevertheless, I decided that it was worth trying for better photos… so a week later I obtained a pass out from Jen 🙂 and headed back to the Moorlinch area. I did a couple of circuits of the area, and drew a blank. Then I noticed a familiar shape on the top of a small barn, and gradually approached closer. It was a very obliging bird as by the end I’m sure it saw me directly, but didn’t fly off.

Little Owl near Moorlinch

Little Owl near Moorlinch

Little Owl near Moorlinch

Joshua’s arrival

Joshua Matthew Tweedy entered the world on Wednesday July 11th at just after 5pm. It happened the following way.

Jen with Joshua, just after they arrived in the delivery suite.

Jen went into hospital on Monday morning to be induced. Over the next couple of days she underwent the full course of drugs and underwent some rather uncomfortable contractions, but the drugs didn’t have enough of an effect. On Wednesday morning we were asked what we thought about a C-section because it was felt that at this stage, it would be the safest option. I said, “I have two criteria: healthy baby, healthy wife. I want what’s going to give the best guarantee of that”. We were both in agreement, so it was arranged for that afternoon.

Family portrait, about an hour after Joshua’s arrival

We went into the operating theatre – it felt slightly surreal being able to walk in, the last time I went in one of those I was being wheeled in for an operation on a broken nose. Jen was placed on the bed and I was given a chair by her head. A screen was erected between us and the operation “just so dad’s not tempted to take part”!

Mummy time

Our baby soon annouced his arrival with some loud screams, and a few minutes later (when he was freed!) he was presented to us – when we discovered that he was a boy! He was weighed at 3.46kg or 7lb 10oz.

Aw, mate, what’s up with the excessive fluffy language?

It took a while for the surgeon to sew Jen back up again – apparently this is the longest part of the procedure. At the end, the notes were re-assuringly terse! (I wouldn’t have noticed this if the nurses hadn’t laughed about it first!)

Dad time

Since then we’ve been getting to know our little son. Jen’s also been learning how to breastfeed, and the staff here have been excellent with their support. Apparently, it’s all about the latch…

Joshua kept Jen awake most of last night – which is apparently quite normal at this stage, with Jen providing colostrum with the milk yet to come through. Eventually at 5am a midwife took pity on her, swaddled Joshua (a technique we might want to learn), put him to sleep, and told Jen to get some rest. A few hours later Jen awoke to find Joshua sleeping peacfully beside her and a nice little handwritten note placed on him…

Joshua’s writing skillls are amazing for one so young…

It was lovely also that Lizzie from Shapwick was also having a baby at the same time – they were born less than eight hours apart. Jen greatly appreciated Lizzie’s friendly face at midnight after Rich had gone back to the Vicarage to throw out some z’s.

Lizzie with Ewan, born a few hours later

It’s probably not surprising that we’ve learned a whole heap of stuff that we didn’t expect to. Take swaddling. I’d read about it in a well-known baby book by Harvey Karp and thought it was a new-fangled, old-fangled notion that we wouldn’t be using. Until a midwife quietened a fractious Joshua at 5am by swaddling him… so we decided we had to learn how to do it.

Being taught how to swaddle Joshua

Our departure from the maternity ward was a ‘welcome to parenting’ experience. Let me summarise why it took three hours: last feed before departing, big poo, nappy change, big wee (which we were really excited about because we weren’t quite sure he was doing this), another last feed before departing, fetch car, extract car seat, discover that the car seat is set up all wrong and neither of us have a clue how to fix it, faff around for an hour before realising the secret lay in lifting the cushioning, really the last feed before departing, place Joshua in car seat, then realise we don’t know how to attach the car seat, more faffing, success and departure. Jen remained calm throughout.

We arrive back home, smiling as if we haven’t just survived a three-hour trauma half an hour previously

We really feel blessed by God in all of this – even if we do have some sleepless nights!

Joshua doing what he often does…

What to do when Jen’s 40 weeks preggers?

We’ve been given lots of advice about how to usher things along – some ideas very congenial, other ideas more fun for me than for Jen…

1. Drive along lots of bumpy roads.

Lots of people have told us about this one… Our midwife, Kerry, enthusiastically told us about a bumpy road in the Quantocks… but when we got there we found it was quite smooth compared to the roads floating on peat in the Levels! So a couple of times we’ve gone from Shapwick to Burtle, then down along the Edington road to a potholed drove, which we went along as bumpily as possible, then back into Burtle, along Green Drove, before turning round and returning to Shapwick.

A drove road between Burtle and Edington – lots of nice potholes!

2. Take lots of walks

Kerry also thinks going for long walks is really good – and we don’t need much persuasion of this one! Over the last few weeks we’ve had a few trips to the south coast on days off – and have been able to enjoy the exceptional weather.

Jen on Doghouse Hill near Golden Cap a couple of weeks ago.

Jen om Cothelstone Hill on Tuesday after an appointment with the midwife

3. Eat Fry’s Chocolate Cream

At a babycare store in Bridport, the shop owner told us about one time she was pregnant and several days overdue. Her husband bought her a Fry’s chocolate cream – and two hours later she went into labour. Ever since, she’s been convinced the two events are linked and has been recommending it since then. Does Jen need any more excuse to eat chocolate?

Well if it worked for the lady in Bridport, why not try it?

4. Eat curry!

Apparently a hot curry is a great way to bring labour forward. Clearly I agree with this wholeheartedly – but we had to keep it reasonably cool for Jen to eat it at all! We had a curry from Sainsburys one night; I cooked a curry one last night, and we went to a curry house in Taunton tonight. (I think she enjoyed the bumpy drives more though!)

Can’t go wrong with a good curry – especially if it brings labour forward!

Yup, it’s a pineapple

5. Eat pineapple

There’s actually some medical evidence for this one in that one of the chemicals in pineapple really does bring labour on… except that Jen would need to eat 8 pineapples in succession to get the desired effect! But we might have a curry laced with pineapple tonight…

6. Watch England beat Colombia and Sweden

Well it was worth a try, wasn’t it? Except that I got more excited about it than Jen did. We might have to miss the semi-final though…

Let me finish this post with a few scenics…

View in Ladram Bay

Kestrel on the way up Doghouse Hill.

The colours from the beach at Branscombe were impressive…

Grebe chicks, a grass snake and an obliging little egret

There have been some rapid changes on the Decoy Lake during May and early June – although in the middle of May, little of that was visible. The grebes were quite calm, not engaging in territorial bouts – and generally seen singly rather than in pairs. I suspected that they were probably taking turns sitting on eggs, but as the nests were hidden, I had no way to confirm this.

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Great crested grebe, looking elegant at the Decoy Hide

Meanwhile, there slithered into view a grass-snake, swimming from lily pad to lily pad, demonstrating why it’s also called a water snake.

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Grass snake on the lily pads outside the Decoy Lake.

A week later I went in the early morning and soon discovered that major changes in the lives of the grebes had taken place: the two pairs nearest the hides had both had chicks. Unfortunately the bright sun from the direction of the tor meant that photography was very difficult, and decided to head off to Ham Wall instead.

A few days later I went with my mother to the Decoy Hide. As we walked along the woodland path to the hide, a buzzard swooped along the path and perched on a branch.

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Buzzard at Shapwick Heath

On the lake, the grebe parents were entirely occupied in feeding their young.

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The grebe parents were very busy feeding their chicks.

This should have led to some great photo opportunities, but for another growing problem – the lily pads, which look pretty, have been spreading rapidly across the lake, and it has become increasingly obvious that the grebes have been avoiding the areas covered by them. As the lilies cover the area in front of the hide, the grebes have retreated to the middle of the lake, which is still lily-free. Still, the sight of chicks riding on their parents was very cute!

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The grebe family to the left of the hide

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Feeding time for the grebe chicks – one of many!

Other species were also quite active. This pied wagtail flitted by, briefly.

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Pied wagtail at the Decoy Lake

Seeing a Great White Egret float in was a lovely sight – although I was less enthusiastic when a grebe family, with their brood of chicks, swam close by – each of which would have been a tiny morsel for a hungry young egret. Fortunately the parents were alert enough to the danger to shepherd their young out of the way.

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Lovely to see a young great white egret on the lake – until the grebe family was in danger of wandering a bit too close

By early June, the grebe chicks were too big to piggyback their parents so easily. The family to the left of the hide hung together much more obviously than the family directly in front, and offered many more ‘happy grebe family’ photo opportunities!

“I’m the king of the castle, you’re the dirty rascal!”

Grebe family to the left of the hide

Hobby at Shapwick Heath

In mid-June Jen and I went to the Decoy Hide for a short visit. We were entertained by three hobbies, hawking for dragonflies over the lake – one of which sat in a tree long enough for me to get some photos – although it was much too far away for any good photography (and is notable only because it’s my first photo of a hobby!).

Although the grebe pair to the left of the hide seemed the most cohesive family,it was the one in front where the most fishing was being done for the chicks. (The comparison may well be unfaiir: it may simply be that the grebe families did things at different times of day, and my relfections tend to be based on early afternoons).

There were many fish-laden trips to the chick.

The chick was very alert to the availability of more fish!

They looked very harmonious swimming side by side…

…but it was hard to avoid the conclusion that feeding the chick was a demanding process!

One of the photographic highlights recently was a little egret that flew in and perched on a nearby tree stump.

Little egret on the Decoy Lake

Little egret in alert pose

Little egret picking food off the lake surface

 

Reflecting on the “Eyes on Wildlife” weekend

The “Eyes on Wildlife” weekend (from June 15 to 17) was great fun, and many people seem to have enjoyed it.

Friday evening in Burtle Village Hall was a sell-out for the evening with Dominic Couzens, the well-known wildlife writer, who came to speak about “Birds Behaving Badly”. We’d expected to hear about bird behaviour, and there was plenty of that – what we hadn’t realised was how entertaining a speaker he is! He soon built up a good rapport with the audience.

We had a meal with the talk, and the combination worked for a relaxed and enjoyable evening. The first course was lasagna, after which Dominic did the first part of his talk. After dessert, and before the second half, I asked Dominic about his faith, and he gave us a really genuine and honest description of his journey: he’d been an atheist at school but it was the friendship of people at the Christian Union that made a real impact shortly after he arrived at university.

Dominic Couzens (front right) fielding questions at the Village Hall after a great talk and supper. Photo: Henry Routley

We learned a lot about bird behaviour! As an example: we learned that at a rookery in windy weather, the dominant birds took shelter low in the trees. However, in fine weather they perched higher up… so they weren’t pooped on by birds above them!

Huge thanks to the Burtle team for this led by Rosemary Tucker and ably helped by, amongst others, Jane Ponsillio, Rosie Tilbury and Sue Ball. Chris Mockridge also brought the audiovisual equipment.

Throughout the weekend, the photographic exhibition ran in Shapwick Church. Much as I like taking bird photos myself, the ones on display were in a different league – they were outstanding! The main displays were provided by Carl Bovis, James Cawte, Dan Hargreaves, Kim Hemmings, Chris Hooper, Andrew Kirby and Colin Lawrence. Their generous contributions were very much appreciated. Several of the photographers arrived on the Thursday afternoon and there was some enjoyable banter flying around: some of them had known of each other via Facebook forums but hadn’t previously met.

Some of the photographers who were exhibiting: Carl Bovis, Colin Lawrence, Andrew Kirby, and Chris Hooper, with Alison Everett who did so much to help make the event happen.

The wildlife photography exhibition just before opening time

For me, one of the most notable photos was one of a stoat running on ice at Greylake: Carl had seen it in the undergrowth, and had set his camera in expectation that it would run out. When it did, he was ready. From this I learned that the ability to anticipate what an animal will do next is a really important skill to learn!

Stoat on ice, by Carl Bovis

Another favourite of mine is an extraordinary action shot by Chris Hooper of two territorial grebes chasing each other. The intensity of the moment is highlighted by the open beak of the chasing grebe and the plume of spray to the left. Chris told me that the grebe fleeing wouldn’t give up and kept going back for more encounters!

Grebe chase, captured by Chris Hooper

The cafe that ran alongside the exhibition was a major part of its success. As Carl Bovis put it, it was due “no doubt in no small part to the delicious cakes on offer for visitors!” Light lunches were served, as well as fresh coffee, tea, scones and cakes – all of which helped to create a relaxed ambience.

Very many thanks to the Shapwick team led by Helen Wade, who was assisted by a large team, including Sue Sellick, Rosie Tilbury and Mary Tucker, as well as Rosemary & Chris Hargreaves, Brian Tilbury, Ann Cattermole, Jan Jones, Ken Wade, Kirsty Sellick, Jo Wright and my wife!

The café and exhibition in full swing

Some wildlife encountered at Muddy Church by the Decoy Lake!

On the Saturday afternoon, we had a Muddy Church – an outdoor variant on Messy Church. Over twenty primary-ages kids came with their parents. Fiona Livesley, our inspiring and indefatigable leader, had devised a really good set of activities for the children as they walked through woodland and meadow to the Decoy Lake. There, we had a picnic, before descending on the Decoy Hide in force – fortunately there were no birders there to disturb at the time!

Children and parents head towards the Decoy Lake on Shapwick Heath

There was an early start on Sunday for a couple of dozen folk, for a bird walk led by Alison Everett. We saw several Great White Egrets – now a regularly breeding colony in the Avalon Marshes having first bred only three years ago – and several Great Crested Grebes with their chicks. After the walk, we went for a full cooked breakfast at the Ashcott Village hall.

Freda Prime and Margaret Trimm and their team in Ashcott produced the full cooked breakfast for 24 on the Sunday morning, which would be a notable achievement for most people, except that it doesn’t quite beat the 70 to 100 they’ve cooked for at the Ashcott Big Breakfast!! They then hosted the evening at the playing field. Many thanks also to them.

The weekend concluded with two Celtic-style services, at Chilton Polden in the morning and on the playing field in Ashcott in the evening. There were two guest speakers: David Maggs, the diocesan environment adviser, and Caroline Pomeroy, the Director of Climate Stewards, both of whom encouraged us to think about and act on our responsibilities for climate and the environment. Rowena Steady led the music beautifully in the church services, and was joined by Andy Savage and the rest of Polden Praise in the evening.

One of the best aspects of the weekend is that it has been a great team effort of the Polden Wheel churches, and I’m indebted to the many who gave so much of their time and energy. I need to give a special mention to Alison Everett, an avid birder herself, who gave many hours for each of the events, particularly the exhibition and the bird walk, and her practical support has been invaluable.Her dedication to the weekend has been exceptional and greatly appreciated.

I hope the teams and all those who’ve visited enjoyed the weekend as much as I have!

Getting lucky on Brean Down – and meeting another long-lost cousin

Jen’s family visited us in Shapwick for the spring half term. As the weather forecast looked dull and grey, we decided to take a chance of seeing something from Brean Down – the offshoot from the Mendips that sticks out into the sea. We got lucky – because we had a hot sunny day there while Shapwick’s weather remained as grey as predicted.

View from Brean Down across to Weston-super-Mare

Jen at the end of Brean Down lookimg across to Steep Holm.

Rachael jumping off the trig point

I confidently told Rachael that it was a short ten minute walk from the beach to the top and an equally short stroll to the far end. An hour later, as we were starting back from the far end of Brean Down, I realised I’d badly underestimated the timings! Andrew returned to the car and brought the lunch up to the top,where we had a picnic.

My attempts at capturing the fun photographically weren’t particularly successful – except for this one of Rachael jumping off the trig point, which was very fortuitous as I barely had enough time to swing the camera in the right direction!

At Brean Down trig point with Jen, Andrew, George,Sophie and Rachael,wth Margaret in front. Steep Holm in the background.

After we got back down to the beach, there were odd fog conditions – really a sea fret that rolled in. All this served to emphasise how lucky we had been on the top of the hill.

A sea fret at Brean Down beach.

Foggy Brean Down beach

On the Saturday I went to London to go to a Men’s Convention at Westminster Central Hall, and also to meet another long-lost cousin, Claire Whiteley – Sue’s sister, whom I met a few weeks ago, and who coincidentally arrived in the UK from Australia at a similar time. I’ve been in Facebook contact with Claire for a while, so it was great to finally meet. We met in central London and had a quick lunch at an Asian restaurant, before walking up to Trafalgar Square looking for a cafe. We eventually found a rather ornate one close to the square – which did serve good coffee!

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Coffee with Claire at a cafe near Trafalgar Square