What a difference a day makes, sh*te weather yesterday, glorious today. And no work either, so the usual mix of chores and birds.
The Beag had me up at 7am (she may not need her beauty sleep, but 'yours truly' does!), so out for a walk from 8 to 9am.
Walking east from Victory Signs in the Nelson Ind. Estate into the much under-rated copse, and with the sun baking the hedge and trees, the usual suspects singing.
And then something new for the year, and yes, Dear Reader, 2013's first Crameltonian Garden Warbler!
Back later with the camera, and a very lively bird was hard to capture.
But here goes:
Saturday, 25 May 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
A Dose of Thrush
After working from 7 (am) till 9 (pm) yesterday (what a way to make a living), and ebbing and floing from ire to salivation over what decided to land on Saturday night (when I was also working), a chance today to make some amends.
Great Reed Warbler would have been the quarry, seen in Portugal but not over here, but with no reports and plenty relating to the Thrush Nightingale in Hartlepool, it was off south.
Crammy was engaged on official business (philanthropy is one of my strong points) so off for a lone twitch, and as it turned out, one of the easiest/best.
Arrived at the Headland and the throng of birders with optics looking over a wall was a good clue that I had found the putting green. The angle of the cameras suggested the bird was close (very close).
And so to 3/4 of an hour of watching this beaut up and down the edge of the grass, repeatedly returning to its favourite tree stump, occasionally venturing out onto the grass, and giving views down to 15 - 20 feet.
Immense!
Great Reed Warbler would have been the quarry, seen in Portugal but not over here, but with no reports and plenty relating to the Thrush Nightingale in Hartlepool, it was off south.
Crammy was engaged on official business (philanthropy is one of my strong points) so off for a lone twitch, and as it turned out, one of the easiest/best.
Arrived at the Headland and the throng of birders with optics looking over a wall was a good clue that I had found the putting green. The angle of the cameras suggested the bird was close (very close).
And so to 3/4 of an hour of watching this beaut up and down the edge of the grass, repeatedly returning to its favourite tree stump, occasionally venturing out onto the grass, and giving views down to 15 - 20 feet.
Immense!
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