As we stopped for a look around on a tour in north East Norfolk a group of cranes could be heard somewhere in the distance. We waited and they eventually came right above us. Wonderful graceful birds.
Archive for Apr, 2017
Craning our Necks
Wales
A flower without a bite
Winging it
A nice surprise during one of our morning walks on the Scottish Birders Tour last weekend was a small flock of Waxwings. I heard them before they came into view; their ‘boiling kettle’ calls are quite distinctive. The flock stopped no more than a few hours before they continued their journey north back to their Scandinavian breeding grounds.
Scotland
A great group in Scotland last weekend on the Scottish Birders Weekend. We saw some good birds including this Crested Tit in Abernethy forest. Next year the itinerary has been changed slightly to incorporate an additional day at the coast for some passage migrants and late winter visitors such as White billed Diver and King Eider. Great hotel, great food, great birds … what more could you ask? Here’s the itinerary.
Deadly
A face only a mother could love!
Resplendent orient
Through the square window
The end of the tax year saw me sitting at the laptop first thing this morning.
It was the song of a Blackcap that drew me to the window. Not my first for the year but always good to hear. Under the feeders was a Stock Dove. The iridescence around the neck was absolutely glowing in the morning sunshine. I had to get my camera. As soon as I moved he flew up and away. I thought I’d set up the camera anyway just in case he came back; or maybe something else would put in an appearance.
I’d no sooner set up the tripod when an absolute carpet of Blackbirds landed in the garden. A spring movement north. Much to the consternation of the local birds that didn’t like interlopers on their patch. As I finished adjusting the camera I noticed something piebald land at the pond.
For the fourth year running Ring Ouzels have visited the pond here. Stunning birds these thrushes. I had a chance to fire off a few shots before the whole flock took off west.
A lark’s song
As we were waiting for the Great Grey Shrike to show last month I could hear Woodlarks singing in the distance. I couldn’t quite believe it when another flew from the opposite end of the heath and landed on the branch of the tree just a few feet in front of us. How lucky is that. It then started to sing in reply completely oblivious to clicking shutters. It stopped there quite a while before being flushed by a dog walker and flying off in the direction of its rival.