That reminds me, I too saw two herons today. In a field. I guess they're courting ahead of nesting. It's rare to see them together, but (I think) it's more common at this time of year.
That reminds me, I too saw two herons today. In a field. I guess they're courting ahead of nesting. It's rare to see them together, but (I think) it's more common at this time of year.
A female mallard and five tiny chicks sneaking through the garden. I hope the cat doesn't see them - mind you she's busy catching field voles: 2 already today!
Cuckoo, 1st of the year on Round Hill above Olicana.
Heard the cuckoo at last yesterday morning(from our garden), then went up the reservoir in the afternoon to catch some trout for dinner and another 3 calling. I caught the dinner, so a rewarding couple of hours!
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
We get families return every year because my neighbour feeds them several times a day and they remember where they are welcome and well treated. The mother starts pecking on her door from dawn. Five sounds like a young mother because clutches get bigger - we have had a clutch of twelve. They don't all survive predators of course but their visits every few hours is one of the joys of Spring.Originally Posted by noel
"...as dry as the Atacama desert".
Running on the fells behind my house this last few weeks, I've noticed how in two of the intakes the lapwings have become increasing bold at dive-bombing me, presumedly as their chicks hatch and grow. Today, while doing my usual ploy of simply pulling my hat down and ignoring them, I was shook out of my day-dreaming-fantasy-revelry of running through the race tape first, by what I can only call an actual flick of a wing tip on the cap. Nearly fell over with the shock. Maybe the bird had miscalculated the buzz, or perhaps there's a psycho-demon element adrift in the gene pool.
Am Yisrael Chai
That's amazing. Maybe it's the same one, and he/she is just wondering what to do to get your attention.
Yeah. Or maybe the lapwings were playing chicken, although I expect they'd consider that activity too 'poultry". Sorry, 'fowl' play on words there...That's amazing. Maybe it's the same one, and he/she is just wondering what to do to get your attention.
Am Yisrael Chai
Or maybe they have just been watching too many Alfred Hitchcock films.
In his lifetime he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen.
Jorge Luis Borges
Polecat seen under Farleton knott, I know you get em in wales but I’d never seen one round Cumbria/Lancashire before
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