Elmley was cold (bitterly) and a bit grey on sunday morning but the snow didn't really start to come down until we were on the way home. Redshank courtship is obvious at the moment and the little blighters are at it all over! The wigeon seem to have departed as I didn't see a single one on this weekend's trip. I spotted a bird shape on a distant post and first thought was kestrel, the resident poser. However, the bird flew off before I could focus the bins and it just didn't have the kestrel jizz somehow. Peregrine? Nah, too small and pointy. Hobby? Nah not pointy enough and very early in the year. Merlin? Maybe, but a bit late in the year for Elmley. Kestrel seemed almost certain, but I had my doubts. I wrote it off anyway and figured I'd never know for sure. Quite a bit further on and on a different fencepost, there sat a female merlin. That's my bird then! One quick sketch and a couple of blurry record shots later she shot off high and fast towards the Swale pretty soon becoming a barely visible dot. We had a quick walk as far as the old schoolhouse but the wind was biting and the snow was stinging. Now I'm not a totally soft southerner but this was definately a time to do our birding from the comfort of Andy's new car!
The trip out was uneventful, no sign of the wheatears this week, and just a couple of sleeping mallards to take my fancy for the sketchpad. Andy's been taking snaps again, I know it looks like I'm asleep, but I was sketching, honest I was!
A songthrush has taken to singing from the silver birch tree behind my garden and he has visited the garden more than a few times over the last couple of weeks. I had noticed that his left leg was black, shrivelled and useless and now I cannot see it at all, perhaps it has fallen off. It hasn't deterred his singing though and he loudly proclaims his territory from high in the tree. When the wind blows strongly he has trouble keeping his balance and he often has to give up and flutter down into cover until the wind subsides. I hope he finds, or has found, a partner and that he survives through the year, his song is a thing of beauty which is a joy to listen to and I'd hate to lose that.
Snow outside for the rest of the day but I stayed warm in the conservatory watching the busy sparrows clustering around the feeders and working on the wheatear couple from last week. Although the female holds a dominant position in the confines of the picture, I wanted the male to be the main focus, just as he was in the field.
Mike