Saturday, 18 March 2023

A Return to an Old Haunt and a Spectacular Starling Murmuration.

 We had been to an interesting exhibition in 20:21 Art Grallery in Scunthorpe and were heading to the Ropery Hall in Barton for a folk concert so decided to fill the time in between at my old haunt of Far Ings National Nature Reserve to see if the starlings were still murmurating.  I had been meaning to go for some time, but thought that I had left it too late for this year.  It was mild but dull with threatening rain but on the horizon looked as though it might be a good sunset if the starlings did appear.  It was good to be back and once settled in the hide felt like returning home.  There were plenty of birds about (27 species all told) so a lot to watch while I waited.  At one point a superb female marsh harrier drifted in and eventually settled down in the reeds where they had nested before.  I was pleased to hear a cetti's strident song a couple of times and also a couple of booming bitterns.  

I was just about to call it a day at 5.45 and return to Heather in the car not wanting to get locked in when I noticed a few starlings begin to gather and preform their mesmerising pre roost ritual of murmuration.  The patterns they were making were fabulous and I managed both video on my phone and still shots on the camera.  Eventually I had to drag muself away and so pleased I did as once on the way back to the car they were displaying overhead and pooping on the car to boot.  Sharing the experience with reserve Simon Wellock, we also heard a fourth boomer.  What an amazing hour or so.   




The View from Ness Hide, Far Ings.








Thursday, 16 March 2023

The Patch

 An overcast day today so no birding lens with me.  It was mild at 14C  with some a south westerly wind.  There were plenty of grey squirrels about and, in amongst the primroses, I found my first violets in flower.  It was good to see long-tailed tits and, as usual, a bullfinch; only a single female today.  There were large numbers of greenfinch around and I found a siingle stock dove.

Common dog violet
Primrose

Wednesday, 15 March 2023

Best Buzzard Flight Shots to Date.

 A milder and sunny day today than my last walk around the patch, although still only 7C. As I approached the burial ground I could hear the plaintive cry of a buzzard, somewhat like our cat when she is having a whinge! searching the sky, I realised that there were not one but buzzards in the air together.  Presumably they are the birds that nest in The Deadwood, perhaps with last year's young still in attendance.  They came really close and directly overhead so I was able to secure some of my best buzzard flight shots to date.  It was amazing to see these majestic raptors at such close quarters and so close to home, infact we have since seen them over the house.  I remember a time, not so long ago, when seeing buzzards required a trip to at least the Lakes and the delight I took when driving down French motorways and seeing them sitting on fence posts every couple of miles are so.  It is fabulous to see them colose to home so regularly nowadays, probably reflecting the lack of organochloride chemicals in the famring industry and the more enlightened views of gamekeepers.  

Half way round the burial ground I squeezed through the fence and into the Horsefield.  It was a bit of a slither down the muddy bank and over Gooseman's Beck, although it was good to hear the beck running again after the recent rain.  I had only just begun my circuit of the Horsefield when I spotted what I was looking out for: stonechat, both male and female birds. At the end of the wand around the field I returned to where I had seen them only to discover that there were three birds: a male and two females.  Wonderful.  I have still to find my first butterfly of the year, however.  In previous years I have found both tortoiseshell and commas here in March.

Slothering over the beck again, I squeezed back though the fence and completed the round of the cemetery. Among the regular species I was pleased to find a greenfinch and a pair of bullfinches feeding on the blackthorn buds.

Buzzard
Buzzard
Stonechat male
Stonechat male
Stonechat female
Stonechat female
Stonechat female

Friday, 10 March 2023

An Walk Around the Patch

Walking the short distance along Scartho Road to the cemetery, all I could hear was the consount noise of traffic.  Within seconds, though, of turning into the cemetery all that hustle and bustle went and I was left with my own thoughts and the sound of the birds.  The snowdrops and aconites are fading and disappearing now to be replace by the soft yellows and green of primroses and in the hedge blackthorn blossom is rapidly opening.  The green woodpecker delighted me yet again, yaffling as it flew through the cemetery.  I wait for the day when I can catch it on camera.  You don't have to go far to see wonderful wildlife and it is always a joy to walk around my local patch.

Blackthorn
Blackthorn
Carrion Crow
Primrose

Sunday, 5 March 2023

A Norfolk Sojourn, Day 3

 Two objectives today: Horsey Gap to look at the grey seal colony that can be seen there at all times of the year and Hicklig Broad reserve for bird watching followed by another session at the raptor roost.  We woke as has become the norm to bitter cold, grey skies and rain with biting northery winds.

We launched out to the seals first following the narrow winding Brads roads. I was fascinated to see willow pollards lining the sides of the roads and more surising some that had been freshly pollarded so the practice obviously continues.  We also saw cut reeds stacked and stored under tarpaulins ready for use in thatching. It was only a short drive to Horsey Gap and I was surprised to see the car park full and wardens in attendance; the seal colony would seem to be wardened by volunteers all year round.  Once kitted up in full winter gear and waterproofs we headed off through the dunes.  Like Lincolnshire, I expected the tide to be well out but it was well up and doesn't seem to recede that far.  It didn't take us long to find the seals; about 300.  Unlike our local colony at Donna Nook which tends to disperse in January after pupping, the seals here seem to haul themselves out onto the beach to rest.  I was fascinated by the range of colours and sizes.  there were a few very young and small pups, although most were adults or fully grown young.  Colours ranged from very dark through to light brown with a good number of attractive grey spotted ones.  Having spent an hour or so with the seals we retraced our steps and pulled in at the very attractive thatched Waxham Barn and Dunes Cafe for coffee and excellent cheese scone.

Suitably fortified we drove back through Hickling and down to Hickling Broad Nature Reserve visitor centre  Having paid our dues we set off around the reserve.  If we were hoping that the weather was going to imrove in the afternoon, we were to be disappointed and it remained miserable.  We called in at the first two suitable thatched hides but there was very little to see, most small birds staying in shelter out fo the wind and rain.  Once we reached view points over the open water of Hickling broad there were far more species to add to our list, mainly water fowl.  As we continued around the reserve trail I was staggared at the size of the reed beds; they are huge, far more extensive that any I had seen anywhere.  No wonder Hickling holds a good population of bittern, although didn't find any. We did come across a barn owl out hunting, though and later a superb male hen harrier, with its startling pale grey plumage and black wingtips.

As we completed our rather damp circuit we girded up our loins for another dusk seesion at the raptor watch point at Stubbs Mill.  Althogh we again saw good numbers of marsh harrier coming in to roost there were no more cranes to delight us.  A pity as I had my camera with me today, although the light was so poor that photography would have been a waste of time.

Although cold and wet, it had been an excellent day and I looked forward to our warm cottage, log stove and meal.  And, of course, it was beer o'clock.

To view large, please click on an image. All images grey seals apart from the last which is a telephoto of Horsey Mill from the raptor view point at around 5.15 which illustrates why birdt photography would have been unsuccessful.


























A Norfolk Sojourn, Day 2

A cold and intermittently wet day today.  We drove to the park and ride and caught the bus into Norwich alighting in Tombland, fictionally familiar from the novels of C J Sanson and Ellie Griffiths.  Our first port of call was the cathedral which we thoroughly enjoyed; Norman at the bottom and gothic higher up, a beautiful building.  We explored Tombland and then the excellent market before heading for the castle.  Sadly we arrived too late to get into the museum to see the Gloucester exhibition  contemporaneous  with the Mary Rose. Standing on the castle ramparts I looked out at the nearby wooded high ground and allowed my imagination to roam to Kett's rebellion.

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Norwich Cathedral
Norwich Cathedral
Norwich Cathedral
Norwich Cathedral
Norwich Cathedral
Tombland
Tombland
Norwich Market.