Fledged

It was such a din was coming from the reedy ditch we were walking alongside.

We were on a days birding tour out on the marshes last week. The reed stems were quaking and shimmying from where the noise was emanating. It didn’t take long for us to see the perpetrators of our broken peace. A newly fledged nest of Reed Warblers were still squabbling for their parents attentions.

 

Thunderbirds are go!

Something broke my concentration. It took me a while to realise it was a commotion in the garden. The panicky alarm call of a Blue Tit took me to the back window. I could see an adult alarming in the back sycamores moving from one side of the garden to the other. She was worried about something. I was looking for the Stoat or perhaps the neighbours cat. Nothing. What was she alarming over? It took me a while to see the splashing in the corner of the pond. A bit of an International rescue was called for. When I perched her recently fledged youngster in the sunshine to dry off it wasn’t long before his mother came down to gather him up.