JWN Andrewes
Poor Judge of Pasta.
January 6th
Well, thanks to a heads up from Phil (very grateful for that indeed) a pre-planned trip to Stockport was parenthesised by some Parakeet seeking (Paraseeking?), first at Abney Hall Park which didn't deliver anything other than year tick Coot, but does boast probably one of the oddest cafes I've ever eaten at, very friendly and proper nice griddled bacon barms, but decidedly peculiar architecture, décor and layout.
Second bite at the cherry was at Platt Fields Park, and here we struck green gold, easily honing in on a fine male Ring-necked Parakeet, yarking away from the trees by the north end of the lake. We watched him for several minutes, pointing him out to a passing dog walker who was very excited to find such things existed on her doorstep, couldn't wait to tell her mother! So nice getting that sort of response. Eventually Mr Parakeet launched himself across to the trees on the far side of the lake, followed by his missus, who must have been sitting quietly further in the canopy, hadn't picked up on her at all, although we were kind of distracted by her hubby making an exhibition of himself. A real bonus.
Well, thanks to a heads up from Phil (very grateful for that indeed) a pre-planned trip to Stockport was parenthesised by some Parakeet seeking (Paraseeking?), first at Abney Hall Park which didn't deliver anything other than year tick Coot, but does boast probably one of the oddest cafes I've ever eaten at, very friendly and proper nice griddled bacon barms, but decidedly peculiar architecture, décor and layout.
Second bite at the cherry was at Platt Fields Park, and here we struck green gold, easily honing in on a fine male Ring-necked Parakeet, yarking away from the trees by the north end of the lake. We watched him for several minutes, pointing him out to a passing dog walker who was very excited to find such things existed on her doorstep, couldn't wait to tell her mother! So nice getting that sort of response. Eventually Mr Parakeet launched himself across to the trees on the far side of the lake, followed by his missus, who must have been sitting quietly further in the canopy, hadn't picked up on her at all, although we were kind of distracted by her hubby making an exhibition of himself. A real bonus.