Working behind the counter at Pulp Coffee comes with an unexpected perk, watching the birds that pass through Sadlerâs Yard. When Alex first opened a couple of bird boxes went up, the simplest invitation there is. Blue tits nested for a year, filling the space with noise, then moved on. Thatâs birds for you. You make room, but itâs up to them.
The feeders in the yard have been more consistent. Goldfinches arrive in flocks each spring and summer, drawn in by nyjer seed rather than general mix; theyâre connoisseurs. Long-tailed tits appear more briefly, drifting from tree to tree before disappearing again. Blackbirds show up. A mistle thrush now and then. Some encounters are closer. A robin once flew straight through the front hatch and landed on the counter during opening. Friendly, curious, completely at ease, holding eye contact. And then there are the falcons. Mostly heard rather than seen. Early morning calls at dawn before they head off for the day. Theyâre around NOMA, Alex is sure of that, even if their nesting spots are harder to pin down. Thereâs a whole story to the falcons but youâd have to ask Alex.
Asked what heâd like to see more of around NOMA, the answer is straightforward. More birds. Swift boxes. more feeders, a bit more space and time for more life to turn up alongside us.
