firstreesjohn
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Salthouse Village on Christmass Day- and then west
As I got close to Gramboro’ Hill,
Sundry geese in the air they did mill.
Half a dozen flew east and went in the sun,
But def’nitely white was just one.
A strange call it then did emit:
Honk it was not, but more like a tit !
This sound I’d remember,
From t’end of December,
A lot ? Well, perhaps just a bit.
I got out my Lumix, in case
That a snap I could take of its face.
But, with much hocus-pocus,
I just couldn’t get focus,
By which time they were all lost in space.
This goose that was almost all white
Had flown by at a reas’nable height.
It could have been Ross’s
(One more of my losses),
A hybrid, a Snow ? Now it’s night.
The Blue Tit had returned. A Song Thrush remained from yesterday- and there was that goose.
A promised visit to Titchwell, to see the new hides, was undertaken in beautiful, if cold conditions. Every 5 miles west, it seemed, the thermometer went down another degree.
As I got out of the car, a whitish Redpoll sp flew over. Lost. 2 Woodcocks were near the feeders at the back of the Visitor Centre. A Whooper Swan was imitating (no ! even I wouldn’t say emu-lating) a flamingo out on the ice which had been the freshmarsh.
A Peregrine flew over- with, interestingly, less dramatic effect than they have at Cley.
A small flock of Siskins was a nice end to the visit- just west of the feeders- with a Redpoll heard and the Woodcocks seen again.
The hides (replacing Parrinder) are smart, with great, new views. Irritatingly, someone had already broken the windy-window mechanism in the northern hide (at the east end), with the effect that the freezing wind was whistling in. I hope to see several good birds from here in the future.
As I got close to Gramboro’ Hill,
Sundry geese in the air they did mill.
Half a dozen flew east and went in the sun,
But def’nitely white was just one.
A strange call it then did emit:
Honk it was not, but more like a tit !
This sound I’d remember,
From t’end of December,
A lot ? Well, perhaps just a bit.
I got out my Lumix, in case
That a snap I could take of its face.
But, with much hocus-pocus,
I just couldn’t get focus,
By which time they were all lost in space.
This goose that was almost all white
Had flown by at a reas’nable height.
It could have been Ross’s
(One more of my losses),
A hybrid, a Snow ? Now it’s night.
The Blue Tit had returned. A Song Thrush remained from yesterday- and there was that goose.
A promised visit to Titchwell, to see the new hides, was undertaken in beautiful, if cold conditions. Every 5 miles west, it seemed, the thermometer went down another degree.
As I got out of the car, a whitish Redpoll sp flew over. Lost. 2 Woodcocks were near the feeders at the back of the Visitor Centre. A Whooper Swan was imitating (no ! even I wouldn’t say emu-lating) a flamingo out on the ice which had been the freshmarsh.
A Peregrine flew over- with, interestingly, less dramatic effect than they have at Cley.
A small flock of Siskins was a nice end to the visit- just west of the feeders- with a Redpoll heard and the Woodcocks seen again.
The hides (replacing Parrinder) are smart, with great, new views. Irritatingly, someone had already broken the windy-window mechanism in the northern hide (at the east end), with the effect that the freezing wind was whistling in. I hope to see several good birds from here in the future.
