Mums always give the best advice don’t they? She always used to tell me, ‘if you’re not well, stay in.’
I’ll remember next time.
But Sunday morning, here I was, walking through the damp grass amongst clouds of Damsels, and quite a few Cinnabar moths.
Last year I saw plenty of the black and yellow caterpillars, but no moths; so it was good to see where they had come from.
Another dainty little moth landed close by in the grass,
Past swathes of Common Melilot growing by the edge of the lakeside,
and sunning herself in a bramble bush, this beauty.
As I got nearer the hide, a group of young Long Tailed Tits, were noisily collecting food. This one had his tail fanned out like a Peacock.
But as I stopped to take some pictures, he must have felt a bit self-conscious, while this strange looking creature was pointing something up at him. He drew his feathers in, and turned to look at me.
And then seemed to say, ‘this is how I really look.’
I settled into the hide, and had a quick look across the lake. In the distance I counted six Little Egrets, flying around on the mud spit,
and a few Herons, that had since left the safety of their nests, Canada Geese, Swans, and a lone Oystercatcher. Good to see the usual gang.
Just in front of the hide, a pair of Black-tailed Skimmers were doing their thing in the long grass, under the gaze of a passing Damselfly.
The Damsel soon left, leaving me a clearer shot of the action.
Just to the side of the hide, one of the young Herons was adopting the classic hunting pose.
A couple more appeared in front of the hide, to look for some food. And then my imagination began to run away with me.
Oh no, what’s my brother up to now?
He was slowly creeping up on a Coot, sitting on its nest.The Coot was not happy with this, and sat up and began inflating itself to almost double its size.