Life watching spring watch

I started watching spring watch. i couldn’t stop watching it for a number of reasons, but one, because chris pack hams shirt was ‘blowing my mind’, i say in inverted commas, i don’t know why because this was a thought. but i said it to myself in my head, as if quot- ing myself in real time. it was an asymmetrical pattern of vertical stripes, a few colours not like a rainbow so quite a selective pallet. it wasn’t even a shirt it was like a long sleeve knitted polo shirt. anyway, i dont know if i liked the garment, but i was glad he chose to wear it because it made for good TV. if i was thinking of changing channel then this garment prevented me from doing so. cut to a segment of people counting bugs, and back again LIVE to chris wearing that jumper.

it was the evening. they are in minsmere, on the southeast coast, it is a beautiful evening and the show is being beamed into my living room live this is part of the shows appeal, and what keeps us excited. it is a window, i don’t really know anywhere to watch the sunset from in manchester and you think life with so few of them is really not much of a life at all is it. so you like to watch the sun set live on spring watch instead which is almost as good as the real thing.

since i tidied the garden twice in a row both mornings when i have gone down to make my coffee which is a routine i look out of the window and see a blackbird in pretty much the same spot. on the first morning you can see all the worms lying around after I did a lot of gardening, that combined with the very heavy downpour just afterwards. they’re are worms everywhere two big fat ones and the bird is trying to eat them both but is struggling. like an ammeter spring watcher i make a keen observation as the bird can’t finish the first worm but moves on to eating another regardless. the second morning , lets say it is the same bird, is back but there are no worms this time.

Robert Carter

Robert Carter and Daniel Fogarty are Liverpool Biennial Associate Artists