Not everyone’s got one of these:
In case you don’t know what ’tis – I’m blocked from seeing Stephen Fry’s tweets. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve it but it gives me quite a thrill! We have mutual once/twice removed acquaintances (i.e friends of friends type of thing) but I don’t think it’s anything to do with that – ?
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Monday the Sixteenth
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At least once a year I try to catch midges in flight – not very successfully.
Lichen is another thing I regularly snap – it’s often the only colour in winter and is hidden as leaves grow on trees.
Grasses are very attractive, both for their individual shapes as here and when billowing in the breeze en masse.
(Don’t recall what happened to the 17th)
A couple of birds on the pond:
The Tufty is just there for the sake of being “arty” and the grebe on the nest just because I like grebes.
Some of the panoramasnote*; there’s a load on Flickr on almost every date – they’ll benefit from clicking on to see ’em bigger:
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Just a couple of the commonest birds around: a cock pheasant and a cawing crow.
The harsh cry of the pheasant is often heard but, when crops have grown above six inches, the bird is seldom seen.
Crows are ever present but their plumage, which appears so drab, makes a decent picture far from easy. The most colourful corvid is the jay – very rarely around here. Magpies are common, and noisy, in comparison – they are, of course, associated with the devil.
The day of the (partial) eclipse:
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When they stay still and in the open for long enough, wrens challenge for the cuteness crown. They bob around low in the undergrowth most of the time but will fly to the tops to shrill their courting song.
Grebes still on the nest.
The many plum trees around in full bloom.
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There’s always a grebe or two.
Think the small bird is a chiffchaff but it might be a willow warbler. (this caveat applies to all birds so identified)
Willow catkins full of pollen are natural powder puffs.
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Still the commonest butterflies around, small tortoiseshells dine out on willow.
Aren’t grebes beautiful?
Robins are either courting or being territorial. Whichever it is, they’re loud!
Not common round here, a greenfinch.
Tail end of a grebe diving to hunt. They leave scarecely a ripple on the surface; unlike coots and tufties. Grebes swim faster underwater than on the surface and can easily outpace a walker.
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A tufted duck with a disfunctional wing and leg was around for a while. It couldn’t fly and didn’t seem to like swimming. I’ve not seen it for a while so I presume it’s gone the way of all flesh.
Britain’s smallest native bird, goldcrests are often fleetingly seen around the west end of the pond and occasionally in towpath hedges. Not easy to catch on camera.
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Panorama from Castle hilllink, Worksop
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Up to Lady Lee.
Worksop Manor Lodge is looking good.
Often seen – rarely photographed, aren’t worms stretchy when a thrush wants dinner?
Nature reclaims everything – a barn at Lodge Farm.
Another greenfinch out to make my rarity claims lies.
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The squirrel was going from willow to willow alongside the canal – worth a click to see bigger.
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Occasionally a third grebe arrives on the pond. They don’t often stay long. Wonder if they’re last year’s chicks visiting.
The residents still look after the eggs of course. They’re not half ungainly on their feet.
Bees love catkins when the weather’s warm and sunny.
Moon pictures are tricky – never know what I’m doing – all trial and error.
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Grebes faithfully change over on their doomed eggs.
A dunnock doing a balancing act.
Another moon pic.
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They’ve changed over – coot neighbour is just passing.
Chiffchaff in the shrubbery.
There’s a blue tit bathing five times in that last composite pic.
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A very titty day: blue, great and long tailed; with a goldfinch – all in the small marshy west end of the pond.
The plum blossom is pretty, isn’t it?
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The grebe is one of the occasional visitors, not a present family member.
The other two pics were in the west end copse. I think the ‘other’ bird is a greenfinch but I’m open to correction.
*Note: Panoramas are created using “Hugin” – a really simple to use free program – Google it if you’re interested. I’ve successfully used it on anything from five to thirty pictures.
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