Saturday, 28 December 2013
Friday, 27 December 2013
Sunday, 15 December 2013
Swimming out to open water
Wings held outside flank feathers directly before diving for food.
Sunday, 1 December 2013
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Thursday, 24 October 2013
Monday, 21 October 2013
Sunday, 4 August 2013
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
Monday, 13 May 2013
Redstart. Padley Gorge. Visited this place with the intention hopefully to see Wood Warbler and though I saw what looked like one flitting about the canopy (a pale bellied bird with a shorter, wider tail) my attention was taken by the Redstarts which posed well on the moss and lichen-covered boughs. I also heard Cuckoo and saw Tree Pipit, Winchat and of course the Pied Flycatchers which due to the unseasonable cold wind and hail flew down regularly to the ground in search of food.
Pied Flycatcher on his song perch.
Male Swallow singing from power cables.
Sunday, 12 May 2013
Saturday, 11 May 2013
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
Monday, 6 May 2013
Gringley Carr. Part of the Pea field and drainage dyke. This area was teaming with wildlife.
Crossbill. Budby heath. A quick detour to Budby heath in the hope of seeing Cuckoo or Woodlark. Walking up the track I noticed a few small birds fly up from a pool in the path. A group of Common Crossbills perched in the small trees by the pool and waited to come down to drink. The pool was a magnet to small birds and I had close views of Crossbills, Tree Pipit, Redpoll and Siskin as well as Chaffinches and yellowhammers. This must be the nearest and only source of water for these birds. I managed to hear both Cuckoo and Woodlark.
A young male Crossbill waiting to come down for a drink. Though they were cautious about coming to drink they sat in the trees for ages unconcerned even when a group of brightly clothed bank holiday walkers trouped passed.
Adult male Crossbill.
Quick sketches of Tree Pipits 'parachuting' display. Lovely to watch they make a plaintive pew-pew-pew as they descend.
Monday, 29 April 2013
Sunday, 28 April 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Corn Bunting. Barton-in-fabis. Calling from the top of a tall roadside tree. Thanks to Rob Hoare for locating and protecting these declining birds.
The Corn Bunting's call is said to sound like someone rattling a bunch of keys.
To me it has a metallic crunch quality very distinctive and evocative. Would be a massive shame if it were to disappear.
Wheatear. Field by Beeston Weir. Watching me from the middle of a field of young plants. At one point I saw its throat moving as if it were singing though it was too far away to hear.
Blackcap. Clifton Wood. Lots of singing Blackcaps in the woodland understorey by the river. This bird has a metal ring on its leg. Another one I watched had a beakful of dry grass but still couldnt stop singing!
Buzzard. Branshill. Sat on this post for some minutes constantly turning head to scan its surroundings. The wind had developed and the Buzzard angled itself for least resistance.