Sunday, April 28, 2013
lbj's
We went in search of the green hairstreak butterfly today. We did not see a single butterfly of any sort, but there were lots of little brown jobs; this bird flew quite close to us for several minutes. It could be a willow warbler, a chiffchaff or a wood warbler. It had a sweet song which suggests it was a willow warbler freshly arrived from overseas, but it is notoriously difficult to tell one lbj from another. Unusually, the jay shown below flew towards us rather than away and displayed its very handsome blue chevrons.
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birds,
Greenscoombe
Saturday, April 27, 2013
the black paw gang
the black paw gang hanging out together and looking for trouble. Meanwhile the leaves are almost out.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
siskins
this unusual looking bird is a juvenile siskin, the adults lack the mottled appearance on the head and breast feathers. Interestingly, it has been ringed for some reason.
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birds
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
the wooded valley
this photo, taken in Wareham woods (or Dunterhue woods, the names on the maps vary) looking West towards Carthamartha and Dunterton, gives a good idea of the wooded nature of the Tamar valley. The river is just visible through the trees at the bottom of the photograph (about 150 feet below). The conical hill to the right in the background is a hill fort, Carthamartha. These hill forts are the remnants of a line of defensive fortifications guarding the points where the Tamar can be forded easily.
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Tamar
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
on St George's day
Unlike other parts of Britain whose national days are celebrated with great relish, England's St George's day is ignored especially by our churlish national broadcaster, the BBC. On this glorious Spring day there are no
roses in blossom to photograph, but the cherry blossom is almost out,
and the chaffinches are singing their socks off. Time for a public holiday, away with the marxist-leninist May Day and on with 23rd April, or maybe have both!
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dogatribe
Sunday, April 21, 2013
love at first sight
Francis, ever the gallant, gives her a warm welcome. It is love at first sight as they swim away into the setting sun.
Let's hope they enjoy a long and happy life on our village pond.
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