For years I have stared into the trees beyond my back gate. Not just staring for the sake of it, well not usually. Staring at trees, and staring at things that may be in trees or on trees or around trees or by trees. Normally this will produce the normal things that you would expect around the trees that are also normally there (It’s not like the trees are migratory or anything – a tree with zugunruhe, that would be psychological torture! If a tree could think of course). Anyway, once all the normal ticks had been put on the garden list it was obvious that there was one species missing. And it has been missing from the list for a long time, despite the years of staring. I’ve seen them around here before, on many occasions and some of those occasions were in the previous century and it always seemed that it would only be a matter of time before I saw one, but that time never came.
Until this morning when, during a period of staring, I saw one. Shuffling up a tree. Or perhaps more accurately, creeping. A Treecreeper. At long last, an inevitable garden tick.
Thank you trees.