Larking about

Walking along the cliffs in the week was a delight. The sun was shining and the wind had dropped; it could even be said it was warm. Warm enough to make it pleasant to stand and watch the sea. It was high tide and the waves were licking the base of the cliffs. Very little was passing-by to the North but here in the grass around me the Skylarks were definitely feeling Spring in the air. The warmth had got to them too and their blood was up and flowing. Pairs were displaying. Crouching, wing spreading, bowing and generally larking about.

It’s all about Owls

I revisited the Short eared Owl site last week with one of my guests. We had to wait for a while but the marsh eventually gave up a few Short-eared Owls and a Barn Owl. One of the Shorties pushed up a rather alarmed Skylark as I pressed the shutter.

Feeding and Fledging

Feeding and fledging at its height now. Skylark on the cliff-top and Jackdaw in the village pub garden here in West Runton.

Skylark

The expression ‘larking around’ is well founded.

This Skylark was one of several that we watched chasing one another the other day. The sap is rising in these birds and they were intent on territorially displaying. So much were they engrossed, so intent were they occupied they never even noticed us.