Sunday, 3 December 2017

Busy Buzzard

I watched this buzzard at The Scrape at Sculthorpe for nearly two hours.  Between perching on posts it flew down to the field and jumped up and down, tearing out clumps of soil but never catching anything that way.  It used its beak to collect food from the ground.  

Saturday, 2 December 2017

More Winter Birds

Ann was teaching in North Norfolk, so I visited the Hawk and Owl Trust Reserve at Sculthorpe.  The little birds were shot on or near the feeders, the top one being a Lesser Redpoll, the warden told me.  Then it's Brambling, Bullfinch, Long-Tailed Tit (never seen one eating from its claw like that) Blue Tit, Nuthatch, Siskin with Goldfinches, Redpoll again.  Finally, Magpie, Lesser Egret and Coal Tit.   

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Winter Birds

The top three are from Wicken Fen, the others from Welney.  The white heron is a Great Egret. 

Friday, 10 November 2017

Fly Away Home

Meredith was a bird flying away in the autumn to warmer countries in Class Willow's first assembly of the year.  She also won the Manners Award, which clearly pleased her, because she's such a caring little person.  Then Ann and I went to Fen Drayton, but the Fieldfares and Redwings were very skittish, and all I got was the Green Woodpecker and a Gull following a plough. 

Thursday, 9 November 2017

Still No Hawfinches

A walk near Kingston caught a Buzzard, which we later found perched on a tree, and it flew off.  Lots of Fieldfares stocking up on berries, but no Hawfinches. 

Monday, 6 November 2017

Not Hawfinches

Ann and I went to Wimpole today to see the reported hawfinches, but all we got was a funny pumpkin and red things.  

Friday, 3 November 2017

Just Jane

As a birthday present, Ann bought us tickets to the son et lumiere of Lancaster NX611 'Just Jane' at East Kirkby Airfield.  There was smoke, lights, re-enactors, a searchlight and the Air Ambulance even got in on the act with its light.  The shattered engines in the Lincolnshire Aviation Heritage Museum are a Bristol Mercury from a Blenheim and the crankshaft and pistons of a Packard Merlin that hit the ground quite hard.  The moon made an appearance, and eventually they switched off all the lights and effects and the Lancaster was lit solely by the moonlight.  Thanks, Ann, for a great event.