Nest Box Surprise

During the winter of 2015 / 2016 we spent some time setting nest boxes up in a couple of areas of Thetford Forest. The boxes were tall with a wide square opening at the top, and a little perch sticking out at a right angle. They were attached high up on selected trees, always in … More Nest Box Surprise

A walk in the Forest

Thetford Forest is not a uniform place, but a mosaic of habitats. From blocks of broadleaf trees in recreation areas or as buffers along roads, to areas of open grassy heathland, to patches of the commercial pine plantations. Even within those commercial blocks no two patch is the same, with areas recently felled, those with … More A walk in the Forest

Mysterious birds

The baby alarm clock had gone off early. So early it was still dark, although that is not difficult at this time of the year. While mummy dealt with crumpets in bed, daddy was out like a shot to the garden to set up nets. With reinforcements waking to take care of the crumpet-eater I … More Mysterious birds

Silhouettes of Wax

It was a beautiful November day. A brilliant blue sky with hardly a breathe of wind that barely stirred the leaves of the trees that were a blaze of golden yellow, orange and browns. The sun, already past its zenith and beginning its slow descent to the horizon, still retained some promise of warmth although … More Silhouettes of Wax

Eastern Promise

The big, wide sky that stretched overhead looked like a water colour painting. Layers of cloud ranging from various shades of grey to bluish purple. Swirling and billowing, streaky and smooth all at once. Over the horizon a curtain of dark purple swept past where rain deluged the scrub and dunes of the North Norfolk … More Eastern Promise

Roosting in the reeds

Autumn had arrived. The blistering heat of the previous week had been replaced by more seasonal temperatures, although it was still warm and a little muggy with the cloud cover. At Cranwich the monotonous grey sky, occasionally broke to reveal patches of pastel blue and the occasional ray of pale gold sunshine. The smell of … More Roosting in the reeds

September Owlets

It was the end of a hot September day, one of the hottest in over 100 years in fact. The brilliant blue sky overhead became gradually more washed out as the sun sank behind trees and houses, tinging the wisps of white cloud golden yellow. Under this sky a small group of people head across … More September Owlets