Perfect timing.....

I had another opportunity to look for some Short Eared Owls the other night. Again, the setting sun made for some great light. All I needed now was for the birds to appear and put on a show. They did that alright, in style once again.

My friends again.

I wrote a post just the other day about our migrants soon departing to warmer shores. I went out that evening and managed to find a few of them. I found this beautiful Redstart and I could hear at least one other calling in some nearby bushes. I'm convinced there was another too, but I couldn't locate it.
Such wonderful birds. Please don't leave me!

Tales of the Unexpected

Sometimes when you are out birding, you will come across something else that nature has to offer. Every now and again it trumps the birds that you went out to see. The other day this happened to me with the sighting of some Roe Deer.

It wasn't what I was expecting to see, but boy what a pleasure it was.



 

Mum and buck

Green Sandpiper

A sure sign that Summer is drawing to a close is the return of the waders. As much as I love the Spring and the incoming migrants from Africa, the close of Summer brings passage migrants on their way back home. Waders are quite possibly my favourite type of bird, so it was great to once again catch up with some Green Sandpipers on Sunday. Four of them in fact. They were asleep at first, but then became more active and went foraging for food. They came quite close to the hide, but not close enough for my liking. I'd like to get out there and cuddle them. I'll have to make do with these shots for now.

Mallard Fluff Balls

Everybody loves baby ducklings. These little guys were busying themselves a few weeks ago. I think they were looking for food while also trying to stay out of harms way. That's always difficult at this size, and the parents were also in close attendance at all times, so that they didn't go missing or get led astray.

 

Trying to do the walking on water thing.

 

And here's Mum.

 

Common Redstart

With Summer fast drawing to an end, it will soon be time to say goodbye to some of my favourite migrants. The young should have now fledged and be getting themselves fed up to make their incredibly long journeys to other continents.
I long for the returning Redstarts each Spring, so it will be sad to see them head off.

A lovely pose from this stunning male.

Summer Gulling.

I've always found it hard to love gulls. Initially because they seemed to be a pest when I was young. Always trying to steal your food on the beach, or waking you up early with a raucous call outside the window. Then, as a birder, finding it difficult to distinguish certain types due to the many different plumage the same species can have.
On lovely sunny days though I can't stop pointing the camera at them. They make it a little easier for you by sitting on the water. Then when you think you know which gull it is, doubts creep in and the books come out again. I'll love them one day. I think.

My head is telling me this is a Lesser black-backed Gull, but that dark bit on the bill throws in a small doubt.

I'm quite sure it is just the last features of a juvenile bird. 4th calendar year bird. (I think)

Is that a tear I can see?



 

When the birds go quiet........

At this time of year, when things become a little quiet on the birding front, I turn my attention to the other things that may be flying around close by. Usually butterflies or dragonflies. Just recently the butterflies have been out in great numbers and I've had great enjoyment trying to find new ones and identifying them as they've fluttered by. Here are some of the more common ones on my local patch.

Gatekeeper.

This is a Large Skipper. This is the first year I've ever seen one.

 

Small Tortoiseshells seem to be in there hundreds on my patch.

This is a Small White.

Short Eared Owl

Wow!! What a night I just had. I went out locally on a stunning night. It was warm and sunny and very peaceful. I was really just happy to be out and wasn't looking for anything in particular. It has been pretty quiet recently on the bird front, so I went a little further afield into Derbyshire. I came across lots of Kestrel and I was hoping for a Hobby, but had no joy. Instead, while waiting for a Hobby, I got a better treat, in the form of two Short Eared Owls, hunting across the moors. The light was magnificent. For some time I was a bit mesmerised, standing motionless while staring through the bins. I thought I'd get the camera out and see if I could get any half decent shots.
For quite a while they stayed at some distance. I wasn't going to go chasing them. No way did I want to disturb them. So I kept my patience and hoped they'd come closer. I got a real treat.

Busted! Finally spotted me after nearly an hour of watching from afar. It came with 20 metres of me. Nearly too close for my camera lens.

One last look in fading light, as it moved away to hunt in a new area.

Tufted Duck - Redesmere

A lazy Sunday afternoon, and I wasn't feeling too well. I thought I'd try and cheer myself up and go for a stroll with the camera. I headed to Redesmere, just a few miles from home. It's a pretty vast lake and I didn't really know what to expect, as I'd only ever been here in the winter when it is good for geese among other things.
There were lots of the usual gulls being fed by families enjoying the warm sunshine, but it was a small family of Tufted Ducks that caught my eye. There were only three juveniles but they all looked in good condition. No sign of the male though. I guess he was busy down the pub with his mates taking a well earned rest.

Mum, on high alert with the young ones around.



One of the little fluff balls.

One day, when those wings have grown a little more, you'll be able to fly.



Shoveler - Cley

In Norfolk a few weeks ago there were plenty of Shoveler on show. Their over sized bills are very fitting to it's name, as I'm sure you can see. 

There were quite a few aggressive males around, that seemed intent on chasing each other away in all directions. It then became quite apparent that there were some young around, and I felt more comfortable that this was not just blatant thuggery. They were being the dutiful parent that they should be.

Still, it gave me the opportunity to grab some great action shots.

 

The male in all his splendour.

Something was brewing between these guys.

You can just see the serrated teeth on this individual, along with his tongue.

An these were what it was all about. Some adorable Shoveler ducklings.