halftwo
Wird Batcher
Breakfast Double
08:10 - 09:15 : cool, but brightening, slight breeze.
Lots of viz mig today - with a steady-ish passage of Swallows all on a very definite southerly heading. Meadow pipits too, naturally - but also movements of finches - Chaffinches in the main.
Along with these movements, before the light made it good enough to identify them for sure a flock of about fourteen geese - possibly White-fronts - headed south east-ish, low, but against the sun. Could have been Greylags but a feel of White-fronts about them.
And the autumn's first Redwing - a single bird making haste away from a hunting Hobby - but I'm getting ahead of myself.
As yesterday the young Hobbies were on the pylon, sitting up high in the breeze as the sun began to rise. Watching the passage of other birds and birds in stubble, I saw a Buzzard getting chased by a Crow, which lead my eye to a falcon behind: I just caught the end of a Hobby hunt, for it was the adult male diving and twisting to pluck a (possible) Meadow pipit from the air.
Without more ado he headed straight for me, for I was between him and his young. Within seconds the juveniles spotted him - and adult and offspring closed in: a food pass right over my head.
The Hobby with the prey headed for the cover of the nest tree, while its sibling went back to the pylon. The adult male, meanwhile, went to his old perch tree to sit in sunshine and preen.
While watching the continuing southward procession of various passerines I missed the male setting off again: he had been sitting for only twenty or so minutes. The young had set off after him briefly - soon returning to perch. But I spotted him to the south as that Redwing flew out of his range - and he turned and headed west fast, pausing to take an insect before disappearing.
The youngster had finished eating and flew to the copse to hide away, the other atop the pylon. This youngster headed to the copse too - flying around the trees where its sibling was hidden, then made off with purpose to the west.
The male was coming in with prey again - and another aerial food pass took place - both youngsters in the air as the three returned to the copse and vanished again. This second hunt had taken thirty-five minutes.
As I made to leave a Migrant hawker began to fly in the warming morning.
08:10 - 09:15 : cool, but brightening, slight breeze.
Lots of viz mig today - with a steady-ish passage of Swallows all on a very definite southerly heading. Meadow pipits too, naturally - but also movements of finches - Chaffinches in the main.
Along with these movements, before the light made it good enough to identify them for sure a flock of about fourteen geese - possibly White-fronts - headed south east-ish, low, but against the sun. Could have been Greylags but a feel of White-fronts about them.
And the autumn's first Redwing - a single bird making haste away from a hunting Hobby - but I'm getting ahead of myself.
As yesterday the young Hobbies were on the pylon, sitting up high in the breeze as the sun began to rise. Watching the passage of other birds and birds in stubble, I saw a Buzzard getting chased by a Crow, which lead my eye to a falcon behind: I just caught the end of a Hobby hunt, for it was the adult male diving and twisting to pluck a (possible) Meadow pipit from the air.
Without more ado he headed straight for me, for I was between him and his young. Within seconds the juveniles spotted him - and adult and offspring closed in: a food pass right over my head.
The Hobby with the prey headed for the cover of the nest tree, while its sibling went back to the pylon. The adult male, meanwhile, went to his old perch tree to sit in sunshine and preen.
While watching the continuing southward procession of various passerines I missed the male setting off again: he had been sitting for only twenty or so minutes. The young had set off after him briefly - soon returning to perch. But I spotted him to the south as that Redwing flew out of his range - and he turned and headed west fast, pausing to take an insect before disappearing.
The youngster had finished eating and flew to the copse to hide away, the other atop the pylon. This youngster headed to the copse too - flying around the trees where its sibling was hidden, then made off with purpose to the west.
The male was coming in with prey again - and another aerial food pass took place - both youngsters in the air as the three returned to the copse and vanished again. This second hunt had taken thirty-five minutes.
As I made to leave a Migrant hawker began to fly in the warming morning.


