Birds, wildlife and travel
It’s been a bit quiet in the moth trap of late, but the hot weather has fixed that. Four species of Hawkmoth: two Eyed, one Privet, one Lime (not frequent here) and a herd of six Elephants.
It’s getting busy in the pond!
…but enough about me. A late evening return to Church Norton meant that we didn’t have to compete with the heat haze or the crowds. The Elegant Tern played its part by showing well, if a little distantly. It went through a full range of antics: loafing on the mud, having a bath, trying it on with the local Sandwich Terns, flying around like a mad thing and stealing fish from a much-bullied Common Tern.
Little Bittern, of course, although after seven hours of looking at a windy Somerset reedbed and seeing nothing another interpretation was understandable. Early next morning the bird finally showed after another hour of watching. Ham Wall is a remarkable place: there can’t be many other places in Britain where you can see six species of heron in a day, as well as a supporting cast including Hobby, Red-footed Falcon and Glossy Ibis. We travelled back a bit early to pick up the Elegant Tern at Church Norton, which showed eventually, but wasn’t photographable while we were there.
A day out on the east coast began with a very quiet seawatch at Flamborough. A few Manx Shearwaters and some distant passing Puffins were the only birds of any note. Moving on to Bempton Cliffs, we had to park in the overflow car park’s overflow. The cliffs nearly gave way under the weight of people. The only close Puffins were tucked up on their nests, but there’s always something to photograph.
Karen thinks that the Yorkshire Paradise is a cocktail in a Harrogate restaurant, but for me it’s the Strid on a glorious May morning. The only disappointment was the lack of Wood Warblers.
Getting up before five in the morning and still being chided for being late, followed by six or more hours of staring at the sea aren’t really the actions of a sane person.
For those of you who feel you have missed out, get up early tomorrow morning and look at these pictures over the course of a few hours.
The lambs are back in the field behind us. This one was very talkative. (Taken with my phone, so the quality’s even worse than normal.)
A moth trap last night yielded hardly anything: only eight macro moths in total.
Mind you two of them were new to the house list, Frosted Green and a very worn Oak-tree Pug, and a Mullein was the first moth we have seen, having had a larva a few years ago.
It’s not rare, even for home, but we’ve never had one running around the patio before. By the time I got to the camera it had escaped onto the lawn, before giving the pond a try out.
