Sun peeping through the black clouds as they were thrust along by the wind, rain ever present; but who cares? I had to get out.
I wandered round just part of the lake, (I was tired), and dodged the joggers and dog walkers. Saturday afternoon this is a popular place. This is my time to unwind, and what better way than to just take in what’s offered by nature. The distant clouds looked ominous, but I carried on.
Over one of the footbridges towards where I’d previously seen a Bittern, but nothing.
An elusive Robin was singing, but he didn’t want to show himself.
The Hawthorn was out in flower, and I could see an old nest amongst the bushes. The sun was pushing its way through the cloud, and everything was good.
I sat and made a cigarette, (yea I have some bad habits), and just watched the lake in front of me. A couple of Great Crested Grebes cruising along, some Coots shouting from the reeds and Gulls soaring overhead. No idea what they were; not very good with Gull ID’s, but they looked big, so not Black Headed Gulls.
I made my way back towards the car, the sky was getting darker now, and I didn’t fancy a soaking.
One minute dull, the next sunny…….the weather couldn’t make up its mind.
Close to where I’d parked was some grass, leading down to a small bit of water that runs off from the main lake. A Kingfisher usually frequents this part, so I wandered down there, scanning the bushes as I went.
It’s amazing to think in just a few weeks this part will be waist high with nettles and plants with small white flower head clusters the size of dinner plates. (no, I don’t know what they are, but they’re quite common).
But for now the Cowslips are laying claim to this part of land. And they look beautiful, with the sun shining on them just now.
Over in the lake, some Tufted Duck are ducking and diving, along with a lone Great Crested Grebe.
The sky is beginning to look rather angry in the distance and I’m thankful the car is only a short sprint away now.
A Swan decides that the one near him is a bit too close for comfort, so decides to show him this is his part of the lake. He noisily takes to the air to chase off the intruder, and gives me an opportunity to record the event.
Suddenly I hear a high-pitched whistle, and turn to get a fleeting glimpse of electric blue flash past. The kingfisher. No picture this time, but this year, he is my target bird.
I’ve too many ‘blue’ flashes recorded, I want a decent picture.