A welcome return

A break in the stormy weather, a gap between deluges brings a Saturday morning cloudy and calm. Good ringing conditions. The garden at the farm was still vibrant with green and deep red leaves, late blooming flowers and vibrant green grass. Still there is the hint of autumn in the air. Some of the trees … More A welcome return

A Wild Goose Chase

The lake was a mirror image of the sky above. A patchwork of blue and white, with a margin of deep green. It had been a hot and sunny morning at Cranwich, working through the latest Constant Effort session for birds. All the usual suspects were in attendance. Young Blue Tits, fluffy and yellow, accompanied by … More A Wild Goose Chase

Night Songstress

Early morning mist still clings to the depressions in the gently undulating landscape of the Brecks. Trees on the slight ridges rise above a sea of opaque white, that is tinged pink and orange by the morning sun, like island mirages. Driving through this foggy landscape, one moment the scenery stretches out on either side, … More Night Songstress

March Nests

It feels like March has flown by and while last year we were in the grasp of the Beast from the East, this year the warm weather of February has continued. In March 2018 we were building snowmen, walking on squeaky snow and braving sub-zero temperatures, while the natural world seemed only to be just … More March Nests

A river ramble

An unseasonably warm February had brought out pockets of beautiful spring flowers, adding splashes of yellow and purple to the white clusters of snowdrops. Bees buzzed around patches of purple and white heather, and I caught glimpses of my first brimstone, comma and red admiral butterflies of the year. The sky was an impossible shade … More A river ramble

Oh W’OWL!

Night in the forest. Blocks of densely planted pine trees crowd in close to the track. Narrow trunks, spindly branches and prickly needles are illuminated by the white beams of the car headlights, before disappearing into dark shadows once more. Immense piles of felled trunks, still caked in snow, are stacked by the side of … More Oh W’OWL!