|Goldfinch (c) JR|
Saturday was a washout and consequently very little was seen or reported. Sunday however was a beautiful day with clear, rain-washed skies of forget-me-not blue. The mist was still lying on the moor as I drove down, the tops of the trees appearing like small islands or rocks in a shallow sea at low tide. Along the paths it was possible to see and understand from the sheer number of dew spotted webs just how prolific the spiders are and how difficult it must be for flying insects to avoid their snares.
|Web pics (c) Bark|
Passage passerines were very much in evidence. Warblers were feeding both in the hedgerows and in the reedbeds, fuelling up for their imminent migrations. There was a family group of Reed Warblers in front of the first screen, the youngsters still begging the adults to feed them but without much success. Sedge Warblers too were creeping about in the reeds but unlike their strident showy characters in spring, kept very much out of sight.
|Treecreeper near first screen (c) Derek Lane|
|Warblers (c) Derek Lane|
The Purple Heron is still very much with us but as ever is very reluctant to show itself. It seems to have taken up residence on Greenaways and the best chance of getting a sighting requires a patient wait, looking out from the pump house.
|Purple Heron (c) Andy Last|
|Hobby food (c) Tom N-L|
|Kingfisher over the ditch (c) Bark|
Whinchats are abundant on the reserve at the moment. There were six out on Greenaways on Sunday morning and a further three at Noke, there have also been several in July’s meadow along with a juvenile-plumaged Stonechat.
|Whinchat and juv Stonechat (c) Andy Last|
|Wheatear and Mipits at Noke (c) Bark|
The cattle had wandered over close to where we were on the bridleway and there were over twenty Yellow Wagtails feeding carefully around their feet.
|Yellow Wagtails (c) JR|
|Starlings (c) Tom N-L|
Late news has just come in (Tuesday lunchtime) of an Osprey catching a fish from the dish in the south eastern corner of Greenaways before being chased off by a crow still clutching its lunch. Just going to prove that this is a time when anything at all could turn up.
|Small Tortoiseshell (c) Bark|