A Natural History Diary. Base in Kent, UK but also reflecting observations made on my travels.
Saturday, 26 January 2019
Merlin
Driving down towards Llanthony from Hay Bluff, a male merlin flew ahead of us, low to the ground, sparrow hawk fashion. I slowed and was rewarded by the sight of the bird perched on top of the roadside hedge. Differentiated from the sparrow hawk by its size. this small bird was probably hoping to flush out a chaffinch or some similar prey.A lovely and sighting and unexpected at this time of year. This bird had clearly decided to over winter amongst the mountains but down in the valley rather than on the tops where it will spend the summer.
Tuesday, 22 January 2019
Drumming Woodpecker
Yesterday I heard for the first time this year, the territorial drumming of the greater spotted woodpecker.
The partridges had been missing from their usual location for the last few days, and with a lot of shooting happening on the estate, I feared the worst. However, this morning a flock of about thirty exploded from a local cottage garden.
I walked all the way around the field to try and see the flock of yellow hammers, only to return home and find them in front of the house such that I could see them from the front window. What did surprise me on another frosty day was that beside them in the field was a similarly sized flock of skylarks, the first I had seen here for a few weeks.
The partridges had been missing from their usual location for the last few days, and with a lot of shooting happening on the estate, I feared the worst. However, this morning a flock of about thirty exploded from a local cottage garden.
I walked all the way around the field to try and see the flock of yellow hammers, only to return home and find them in front of the house such that I could see them from the front window. What did surprise me on another frosty day was that beside them in the field was a similarly sized flock of skylarks, the first I had seen here for a few weeks.
Monday, 14 January 2019
Pigeon Damage
A flock of approximately two hundred wood pigeon takes flight most morning as I pass by. They have to date, eaten their way through about one fifth of a field of rape. They stick close to the edges of the field where they can quickly gain some sort of sanctuary in nearby trees. The economic cost of these birds which can be seen everywhere must, nationwide, be quite colossal.
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