AKA - (Six acres and not a clue!) My personal diary of the comings and goings of wildlife during the development of my little piece of England. '...There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; A body of England’s, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.' (R. Brooke)
Saturday, 17 February 2024
Just Lazy...
Sunday, 11 February 2024
Muntjac Hide and Seek
Saturday, 10 February 2024
Fieldfare, Jelly Ears and Long-tailed Tits.
Saturday, 3 February 2024
What you doing here?
Once again, it’s a Saturday afternoon and I'm standing in the copse waiting for the Goldcrests to show themselves from behind the laurel leaves - unobligingly, they never did, their chirps suggested that they were discussing my presence. After about 10 minutes of unsuccessful Goldcrest bingo, this young roe deer ran right up to me, almost within touching distance, he did not appear to see me and I dare not move for fear of scaring him. After a few seconds he slowly moved away and circled around the Goldcrest's laurel tree.
I thought I had missed the opportunity, however unlike the Goldcrests, he came back into clear view a few just a few meters further away. Not quite believing my luck, I slowly raised the camera and snapped the first picture of him feeding (tongue out); on hearing the click of camera shutter, he turned to look in my direction, I quickly snapped the second picture, and as soon as he heard the second click, he took off at pace. Had the camera been set to continuous high-speed mode, who knows what additional frames may have been captured!