Left home at 6:30 this morning in thick fog, heading for Dartmoor. As I drove up onto the moor from Okehampton, the fog cleared, giving a completely cloudless sky.
My destination was Hangingstone Hill, about 6 km from Okehampton military training camp, reached by a single track road, that is to say the least, only "passable with care" in some places!
Just before I reached there, a small bird shot along the road and out onto the moor - brakes on hard - a male Merlin, first bird of the day.
I parked up and started off along a track out onto the moors, within a few hundred metres my target species flew across the moor just down the valley from me, a Red Grouse, giving good views but for less than a minute. Crossing a stream at the bottom, I'd just started up the other side when another Red Grouse flew into a patch of heather just off the track, then another third bird, made off across the valley.
Despite scanning the area for some time I couldn't pick these birds up on the ground, so carried on up the track for a while. Unfortunately no more Grouse saw fit to show themselves!
I ambled around for a while before making my way back to the car. Being unfit has its advantages, as by the time I got back I was extremely warm! When I arrived at first light it was -3, now it was a sweltering +1. On a cautionary note, there were several nasty patches of ice on the track out - luckily I was driving slowly to avoid the potholes so they didn't give me a problem (some of the potholes are deep!).
Apart from the Grouse, it has to be said, the area was fairly birdless, 2 Fieldfare and 3 or 4 Ravens was all I added before dropping back down to Okehampton and the fog. However, a couple of hours in a real "wilderness" where I didn't see another living soul (not counting sheep) and in glorious weather more than made up for it. I came away totally at peace with the world.
Good birding
Ken.