Done very little:
Friday 25 October 2013
The grebes are still plodding around the pond. I’m sure that the constant “chweep; chweep; …”* of the youngsters would be enough to drive a human parent mad.
Most amusing is to see the chicks speeding towards a newly surfaced adult who hopefully has a fish. Their double footed swimming action leaves a considerable wake.
*(Translates as: “gimme fish; gimme fish; …”)
Up the canal towards Sandy Lane bridge there’s a weir. Not obvious to the casual walker when the vegetation is high, there’s a paddle raising gear to the side of the towpath. I don’t know what this controls …
… but it must be connected with the culvert that joins the bottom of the weir.
As the mechanism is apparently rusted shut any guesses must be just that – guesses. My own opinion is that it’s to drain the Stret lock to Morse lock pound – for maintaining the bridge?
A short while ago there was a fire which lasted a week and more in the “reclamation centre” (aka “tip”) just west of Sandy Lane. Coincidentally fish died in The Canch* about a mile away t’other side of town.
This map shows how water from the fire could run down to the dike running from the railway to the R. Ryton and hence down to The Canch. I don’t know if the paddle and culvert are connected with the dike but it must pass under the canal at almost exactly that point. I’ll possibly try to look up towards the head of the dike sometime in the future. I suppose it’s the kind of thing every local lad and lass knows about but I’m an offcumden.
*Presumed derivation (?):
CANCH or CAUNCH (N.): That part of the roof of an underground roadway, which has to be taken down, or of the floor to be broken up, in order to equalize the gradient of such roadway;
A sloping slice removed from the roof or floor of a mine roadway to adjust the gradient between adjacent workings.
(Don’t really see how this matches, but it’s all I can find on t’net and this was a major mining area.)
Unlike some, I find the crow family quite fascinating. They’re such large birds to be so common.
Cloudy skies always fascinate me. There’s always such a variety of shapes and as a backdrop to trees they can’t be beaten.
One of my final dragonfly pictures of the year, this red common darter was on the towpath near the winding hole.
Harlequin ladybird on a post which was …
… accompanied by a larva when I returned
Just a grass flowerhead beside the towpath
One of the juvenile grebes
A rather distant Kestrel.
Pond & canal is all:
Not sure if these were crows or starlings.
My favourite canal view around Worksop. St. John’s church spire reflected in the water with fifty shades of green to the side.
Sun rising over the pond.
A Dunnock: showing how a bit of ‘shopping can bring out some detail.
Grebe parent reflected in the calm water.
Juvenile grebe scurrying to see if parent has brought food. Interesting the way they use both feet together, I think ducks generally alternate feet.
Young grebe near a gull. Gulls will dive at surfacing grebes to try to snaffle any fish they have.
This mallard was having a bath for about ten minutes.
Television aerial a bit overloaded.
Looking a bit ragged, having a flap after a dive. There’s a fish in the beak that you can barely see.
Here’s the fish …
… and here’s junior coming for dinner.
Thought this was quite good for a hand held daytime snap.
I’ve taken pictures of ripples loads of times. Must be how they make bathroom window glass.
Walked down to The Canch, there’s a small rose garden; although it’s not really as good as it was, there’s still a few blooms
Dunno why I took this but I like it.
Seen this view before?
Tufted ducks have returned for the winter.
I almost stood on this heron as I rounded a bramble bush.
A red admiral sunning itself on graffiti for a final time before finding somewhere to hibernate for the winter:
There’s a small patch of shaggy ink cap fungi just west of Morse lock. They slowly dissolve away as the black inky spores develop.
Lichen patches on canalside stones.
… passing by …
… almost overhead …
… and hovering distantly.
Magpies will mob kestrels …
… given half a chance.
Birds, birds, birds …
Pair o’ swans
One of the swans curious about possible food source – me.
Parent and child.
Hiding in a thorn bush,
and tweeting territorially.
RGB colours all used.
Heron on the mallards’ feeding place.
Juvenile grebe scooting up the lake.
Friday 31st October
Captioned for twitter as:
Oy! You lookin’ at my bird?
Here’s looking at you!
Distant bird as photographed …
… and after a bit of ‘shopping. I’m told (twitter) it’s a green finch.
Had this as a chaffinch but twitter tells me it’s a bullfinch: a new bird to me.
Another pair of mallards doing a flypast.
Quite architectural against the sky: cow parsley seed head.
My track in the morning dew
Really spiky hawthorn twig. Captioned as “nemo me impune lacessit”.
Silhouetted bird – what bird I’m not sure.
Graceful tree against a stormy sky.
That’s a four second quickie.
And a five seconds’ worth of leaves in the wind.
I’ll get the hang of videoing with the Nikon eventually.
Anyhow. That’s October done.
November’s started wet so far. – see you later!