A bird I’ve always dearly wanted to see is the hoopoe. Sitting at the back of bird books it attained a near-mythical quality, an exotic visitor from another world. I don’t think ever really believed I’d see one, certainly not in the UK. Continue reading →
At the end of July we had a lovely quiet walk round the local nature reserve. The brick pit pond was alive with big dragonflies, mainly brown and migrant hawkers. The undergrowth was alive with something else.
Over the weekend I found myself in a quiet part of Yorkshire along the east coast, far from everyone else. Having seen the traffic heading for Scarborough, it was wonderful to be somewhere without another human soul.
It’s brilliant that starlings do well where I live, and as annoying as their constant calling can be, it’s great that I get to see so many. But every now and again, I’m reminded they are part of a broader ecosystem. Continue reading →
I mentioned a few days ago that one of the moths released from the trap was almost immediately caught and fed to a hungry blackbird fledgling. So it’s worth briefly saying more about them. Continue reading →