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Returning to the heath - An extract from my current writing

My homeward journey passed the entrance to the heathland part of the old patch. As I approached I asked myself “Why not?” and decided that I had enough time to just have a short walk round it. I jostled down the access track – the familiar bumps and scrapes of my car serving as a reminder of bygone birding days. I remembered the layout of the lumps and ridges as though they were literally the back of my hand. There appeared my own private parking spot, a passing-place adjacent to the horse paddocks, a third of the way down the track and the starting point of the looping path I had established the previous year.

It felt fantastic to be back as I stepped out of the car. The paddock was stocked up with birds; a trio of Pied Wagtails’ ‘chizicked’ their way around the horse’s ankles, a Linnet whirred and buzzed on the wooden fence and Chaffinches bounded along the hedge-line, escorted on their way by energetic Blue Tits. Elation! I was energised by renewed positivity and motivation, banishing the memories of winter walks where not a bird was to be seen. I hopped the fence, powered by the positive experience of revisiting this place – how I’d missed this alien landscape, peppered with scrub, stark and open. How could somewhere so vacant seem so inviting?

I walked out into the centre of an open area of short grass, almost directly in the middle of the new heath. From here I beheld a 360-degree view of the entire site and here is where I stopped, breathed and filled my mind and lungs with the beautiful air of serenity – I felt like I had returned home. My meditative state was broken by a coarse ‘chack’ call directly above me, a bulky black thrush was flying low towards the distant treeline. It landed atop a small conifer - the scaly wing and remains of a white bib were irrefutable. I hadn’t been here for months and I was being welcomed by a bird that I had seen here more than anywhere else, a Ring Ouzel. This place always had a magic feel - a magnetic pull – and it always seemed to hold Ring Ouzel’s at the right times of the year.

After spending some time at this viewing spot, I decided to return to my car and as I prepared to move, I disturbed three birds from the ground nearby. They flew cautiously up to the gorse that had grown up around the southern fence-line, delivering yet another unmistakable call – the ‘tzeep’ of Redwing’s. How I had longed to hear this Autumnal arrangement again. I had expected this moment to occur at the Norfolk coast as they streamed in overhead in a strong east wind, not inland on a spartan heathland. Fantastic thrushes, welcoming me back to this special place. I couldn’t believe I had spent so long away from here, I was jubilant – positively buoyant, and my connection had just been plugged back in again.

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Tietta Pivatto


It was a pleasure to find your blog. I am talking about birdttherapy since 2013, when I had a long married broken and became depressed too. I am a brazilian biologist and work with ecotourism and birdwatching, and this last one also saved me. As a result of my own experience and reports colected with many different people, I could organize a lecture named “Passarinhoterapia”, the exactly tranlation of birdtherapy. It is incredible how this theme is so close to people in general. Musto of them are so touched by the content that starts to cry during the presentations. I know exactly how birds are important for everybody that let them enter in their lifes.

I am curious about your book. Let me know how it will be accecible.

This is the link to my blog and the text I had written about birdtherapy. It is in portuguese, but maybe Google Translator can help you to understand the main context.

Thank you for your attention and congratulations on your work.


Tietta Pivatto Brazil