I hope everyone who lives in Stirlingshire and Clackmannanshire or who ever goes birding here will share their experiences in this thread.
For my first 'Local Patch' walk I went from the house up to the old cemetery at Logie Kirk. Swallows flew over my head while I watched three Buzzards soaring on thermals where the Ochils rise up. That's always a good place to see Buzzards. Pigeons also zoomed over with even greater urgency than usual. I wondered if the buzzards made them nervous. I couldn't see what sort they were.
Then I went into Stirling University grounds for a circuit of Aithrey Loch. A lot of the winter visitors are gone now and it's mostly the old lags - Mallards, Coots, Moorhens, Mute Swans. There was a solitary male Goosander, who seems to have opted for the easy life pinching bread from under the noses of the mallards. Can't be good for him. Also a Wren and Dunnock by the water's edge. The Swan Goose is still there, but seems to have matured and become less noisy and greedy. Lots of Orange Tip butterflies and a Green-veined White, which obligingly sat down near me with its wings folded up so that I could get a good look at the green veins.
On the way home I walked along the Allan Water, hoping the first House Martins had arrived, but either they hadn't or I missed them.
Well, not a day that will live in the history of birding; I'd hoped to get the thread off to a more fruitful start, but at least it's off to a start.
Michael.
For my first 'Local Patch' walk I went from the house up to the old cemetery at Logie Kirk. Swallows flew over my head while I watched three Buzzards soaring on thermals where the Ochils rise up. That's always a good place to see Buzzards. Pigeons also zoomed over with even greater urgency than usual. I wondered if the buzzards made them nervous. I couldn't see what sort they were.
Then I went into Stirling University grounds for a circuit of Aithrey Loch. A lot of the winter visitors are gone now and it's mostly the old lags - Mallards, Coots, Moorhens, Mute Swans. There was a solitary male Goosander, who seems to have opted for the easy life pinching bread from under the noses of the mallards. Can't be good for him. Also a Wren and Dunnock by the water's edge. The Swan Goose is still there, but seems to have matured and become less noisy and greedy. Lots of Orange Tip butterflies and a Green-veined White, which obligingly sat down near me with its wings folded up so that I could get a good look at the green veins.
On the way home I walked along the Allan Water, hoping the first House Martins had arrived, but either they hadn't or I missed them.
Well, not a day that will live in the history of birding; I'd hoped to get the thread off to a more fruitful start, but at least it's off to a start.
Michael.