…is occasionally you get mornings like this in the way to the station…



…is occasionally you get mornings like this in the way to the station…
Ever since we moved into our house two years ago, we’ve had uninvited house guests staying all year round. From the roof space about our bedroom comes the frequent scratching, squeaking, squabbling and, sometimes, beatboxing of a pair of starlings.
Our relationship with them swings from care and amusement to annoyance and, very occasionally, strong avicidal thoughts. They like to slide down the sloping sides of the loft floor and get into fights with their neighbours, they occasionally like to run around the loft itself (in the pitch blackness) and they sit in the tree opposite their nest hole impersonating all manner of other birds.
They also bring up their broods just above our sleeping space. Just as the chicks first hatch, we hear very faint squeaking, barely audible without straining to hear. However, after very few weeks this turns into loud and rowdy cacophony of harsh rasping from countless near-fledglings. For a week or so in June we are woken way before sunrise each day by the feathery idiots and their offspring starting their day like hyperactive gremlins.
When they eventually do leave us in peace and fly the nest, the chicks invade our garden, causing more general disturbance as they endlessly beg their parents for food and fight with each other and their other starling friends.
Once they have left the next they do leave behind a bit of a mess in the eaves of the house but we tolerate it for the entertainment they give us. However, thinking our human guests would not appreciate the same treatment we get, we decided to block up another hole above our spare room. We then installed a starling nest box just below the former entrance. So far they have completely ignored the luxury new home and, instead, the pair decided to start a turf war with our bedroom starlings before trying a new spot above my study.
This post wasn’t meant to be about our idiot lodgers but their foreign friends who visit the UK every year. I do like to seek out murmurations, where the starlings migrating to the country each winter form huge flocks and perform aerial ballets at dusk. We found one earlier this winter a few miles away near to Summer Leys Nature Reserve but haven’t really looked since.
Over the couple of weeks, however, when I’ve been out for a run after work I’ve been seeing growing numbers of starlings around the village. They started as small flocks but very recently they have turned into much larger congregations swirling over the houses. Last night, deciding against a run, we walked up the gradual hill in the village to seek the murmuration out and the video and photos below are the result…
I really can’t be cross with our house starlings when their cousins provide these spectaculars…but we might just be away on holiday this year at the peak of their rowdiness.
This chap has been singing amongst the leafless limbs of the old oak tree across the road since dawn this morning, and it’s not far of dusk. We haven’t heard much from a song thrush around the house since we moved in two years ago but hoping this one sticks around this spring.
This morning we dropped into the churchyard at Chelveston, near Rushden. We had heard that it’s a great place for snowdrops and aconites, and we weren’t disappointed.
There were great carpets of snowdrops all around the church, and with the sun out and the rooks building nests in the neighbouring trees, it really did seem like spring was finally on its way.
This morning we woke to a bright but sub-zero, frosty and misty Sunday morning. Instead of saying inside in the warm we decided to go for a walk around one of the nearby reservoirs; Ravensthorpe.
With a haze over the sun, what warmth there was from above didn’t melt the ice and our hour-long walk was surrounded in crystal. What can be a very muddy loop around the lake was instead solid as the ground remained frozen for all but last little stretch.
Usually, a visit to Ravensthorpe means looking for waterbirds but today we spent much more time taking photos of the scenes, both landscapes and up close. That’s not to say we didn’t see quite a lot of birds and there seemed to be a gathering of great crested grebes. While on the water they seems to be the essence of elegance but up in the air, they seem odd and awkward but a view of them we don’t seem to have very often.
Here are few fruits of our labour…
I woke this morning feeling a little more fresh than I expected after a late New Year’s Eve night. The first walk of the year was along the coast path around Prawle Point in Devon. After the storms we’ve been having over the last few days, keeping us inside much of the time, iT was great to be out and to see the size of the waves coming into shore…
We were going to go for a local walk today but the weather is pretty awful and by time we drove the 10 minutes to the start of the walk the rain was coming down – we aborted the idea. However, on arriving home we spent some time in the garden using our new phones to do some macro photography of the water droplets on the flowers. I don’t do much macro photography but I’m pretty pleased with these…
I spent New Year with my girlfriend and her close friends in South Devon and on the last full day, the two of use headed up to Dartmoor on what was a dark and damp day. We took a wet walk out to Wistman’s Wood which lived up to its spooky reputation.
The old gnarly trees and moss-covered rocks really do give the place a brooding atmosphere which was made all the more sinister by the dark winter day on which we visited.
I haven’t won Wildlife Photographer of the Year but I have won my first photography competition – in fact the first competition I have entered.
For the majority of my foreign wildlife trips I use Naturetrek, probably the best wildlife tour company around. Annually they have a photography competition for either individual photographs or collections taken on their trips, and in 2019 I have won the Image of the Year!
The photograph was taken on the “Poland’s Mammals: In search of the Eurasian Lynx” trip I went on in February last year. In the snowy wintery conditions we spent six days searching for wildlife in the hills of the Bieszczady National Park in the very south-east of the county, close to the Ukranian border. One afternoon we saw the fresh carcass of a wolf-killed red deer as we drove along a road. We moved about 100m away and waited to see if the wolves would return to finish their meal. Unfortunately, they didn’t and as the night began to draw in, we had to return to our accommodation. In the morning, we returned to the spot and within just a short distance we found two more wolf kills. When Jan, the tour leader, offered the chance to get out of the van and walk down the slope to inspect the first kill, I jumped at the opportunity, forgetting my camera, which Jan picked up and brought down to me.
The carcass was out in the open but surrounded on one side by thick undergrowth. As we inspected what was left of the deer, small birds started appearing and hopping around the carcass. Eventually they started feeding from within the ribcage. At first, there were only coal tits but after a while the high-pitched chattering of crested tits could be heard approaching and two or three appeared and also started feeding.
The ribcage and spine formed a perfect but macabre frame around the tits as they fed and I took loads of shots. The winning image isn’t actually my personal favourite of those I took but seems to have been appreciated the most by the judges. This is the winning image.
Other images including my personal favourite…
Details of the trip can be found here.