In need to get out before I go 'stir crazy', Far Pasture beckoned, and despite on arrival being told there was nowt about, I had a pleasant little session there.
Granted there wasn't much variety on the pond though a low flying snipe was a bonus, but a singing Reed Bunting out in the open was a glorious sight, and this one did stick around for a photo, though I found it difficult to get him in focus.
|Reed Bunt in between songs|
|Mallards synchronised farting team|
A kingfisher eventually appeared, like an Irn Bru can suspended from a string it hovered on the spot for a lengthy period mid-pond, before zipping off to the right.
In the car park it was a lot warmer than in the hide, and tits galore fed at the Flat Rock bird café. I set my camera up and tried to snap a few, with better results than last time though still far from perfect.
|Great Tit, poor photo|
|Best of the Blue tits|
At the gate I tried my best to catch an elusive wren but he was far too flighty for my elderly reflexes, and most of the action now took place in the skies, in quick succession a sparrowhawk, 2 red kites and a buzzard came overhead, so time to practice another setting on the X-S1.
|Out of focus Buzzard|
|Having a scratch|
|Had enough, I'm off . . .|
After he flew off the sun (typically) came out again, and a woodpecker could be heard drumming opposite the sawmill, just as it had last time I was down. He seemed to be testing out his 'drum kit' as he flitted from branch to branch of varying degrees of thickness to change the pitch of his hammering, before settling on a thick trunk to emit a deep far-travelling machinegun-like rattle.
|Quite pleased how I managed to get him through all|
the branches, right at the top of the tree as well.
Nowt about? open your eyes man!