First picture I posted was this cold chap;
Coal Tit, from a snowy January in 2009
So, onto the present, sort of. A few days ago I went to one of the local lakes in the hope that the wandering Smew might have dropped in. They hadn’t. They seem to be one jump, or flight ahead of me. Not to worry, the flying Dunlops were about.
Cormorant, thinking about going fishing. Didn’t take them long to decide.
Sunday promised some sun, and the day before there were reports of a male Smew at Stewartby Lake, just up the road. The sun arrived on cue, but the Smew had left. Oh well. As I pulled into the car park, I noticed a small flock of birds fly into the trees up ahead. Their undulating flight made me think of Goldfinches, as I raised the bins for a better look.
Nope. Redpolls; or Lesser Redpolls, as they’re called now. I took a few shots, and they happily carried on feeding. Could I get closer? Worth a try.
I slowly made my way towards the tree, stopping occasionally to take a few pictures.
Eventually I managed to get right under the tree. The birds just ignored me, and carried on feeding.