Posts Tagged ‘Bird Tours in Norfolk



Not a Robin. A Linnet. I couldn’t resist photographing this cock Linnet. he looked like he’d been hit in the chest with a cricket bat. What a colour!



Young Avocets. Cute or what?



This Brambling was squeaking in a tree above us the other day and took some finding as wherever I stood it seemed to be behind a branch or twig.




A Warbler and a raptor

There are two things when watching wildlife that always run true.

Firstly, the longer you stay in one place the more you will see and secondly, when searching for one thing you almost invariably find something else of interest; and so it was the other week.

We walked up a nettle covered track aside the River Nar to listen to a rendition erupting from a patch of phragmites. Nightingale, Greenfinch, Blue Tit, Blackcap, Whitethroat and Curlew were just some of the compendium voiced by the songster we went to see. Marsh Warblers are excellent mimics and this bird was no exception. Always tantalisingly just hidden from view we had to wait quite some time for it to show well; which it eventually did. However it was something else that stole the show.

Swinging in high above us was an avian delight. Here was a bird you don’t see all that often in Norfolk … for the time being anyway. The pale raptor hovering over the adjacent lake was an Osprey. Bearing a dark necklace it was a female. Again and again she returned to try her hand at fishing and on her third visit she managed to catch a fish. Her subsequent absence was our cue to move on.

Marsh Warbler




Lap Dancing

On a grey day this week the wind was whipping in off the sea and over the cliffs. As we waited for the birds to shuffle a little closer across the tilled field my hands began to stiffen. The cold was almost unbearable.

I was occupying my mind with why these Lapland Buntings always prefer such open places when one flew over us and landed in the grass nearby. At last one was reasonably close. It flattened itself, found a hidden haven from the screaming north easterly amid the rough grass and promptly disappeared. It didn’t stay there long before it stood erect, took a look around and then flew back to the fine till of the winter wheat field. It showed better here and soon danced close enough for a few photographs … just!

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Third time lucky?

For the second time in as many weeks a bird at Cley has led me astray. The first occasion was when a Heron with white wings and a peach mantle got up and flew directly away from the vehicle. In the brief view suspicions of a Squacco Heron came to mind. A phone call and a text later qualified it had actually been a stained Little Egret. Damn!

Yesterday as we were checking the finch flocks at the eastern end of Blakeney Point a bird among them made my heart miss a beat. The peach and white pretender turned out to be an aberrant Greenfinch. Double Damn!




A Chasing Chaser

Downy Emerald Dragonflies are not common in Norfolk so when they hatch and the opportunity of a nice sunny day comes along I thought I’d pop along and take a look at a private site I had been told about. Apparently a few days earlier they had been resting on brambles and Iris close enough to photograph. The first time I went they were there sure enough, but never close. I went along the following morning when the sun was lighting up the brambles to see if that made a difference.


A few Four Spot Chasers were now on the wing and one had taken up territory around the brambles. He was doing exactly what he was supposed to do and ‘chasing’ anything out of his patch. One or two ‘Downies’ were trying desperately to perch but were thwarted by the antics of the chaser. I never did get a shot of one sitting up nicely … I had to make do with a flight shot.

Downy Emerald



Wild at heart

Cities are not my favourite places. I much prefer the open marshes, the heath strewn with Yellow Gorse or better still the sea. To quote Karen Blixen – the author of Out of Africa – ‘salt water is the cure for all … sweat, tears or the sea’.

Needs must however and from time to time we must take to the metropolis that is Norwich, and so it was last week.

As I walked the shops, high above the city I could hear the scream of falcons; the repeated pitch of a Peregrine luring his mate on the Cathedral. Even here the wild had made the city its home.

What gave me much encouragement was the number of people who stopped and talked to me as I photographed the birds. The thirst for knowledge about these wild creatures was limitless. It’s heartening to know so many are beguiled by wild things.

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Apr 2023


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