This pup seemed to be studying his reflection.
On a recent trip to the wood I spotted this blue tit wrestling with some potential nest material. The pink thread was caught on a branch and the bird was struggling to get it free.
The thread looked like it had snagged from a walkers coat and the blue tit had spotted something with which to line the nest. It wasn’t going to let this find go and pulled and pulled.
Somewhere in the woods there is a nest with a lovely pink thread running through it as the blue tit did finally pull it free. I did think at one point the bird was standing on it and causing its own problems.
The great spotted woodpeckers eggs have hatched and the feeding duties have begun. The parents are in and out every few minutes which can lead to some traffic backing up. When each parent lands on the tree they let out a call to notify the other that they need to get in and then they wait for the other to emerge.
On a recent visit to St Aidans a RSPB reserve near Leeds I decided to try and practice getting some in flight shots. It’s never been something I’ve really had much success with so I did a bit of reading and had a play around with some new settings.
The results were quite good but it was when I was photographing a pair of tufted ducks I got something a bit more than I bargained for. The ducks took off and I started panning with them and firing away.
As they passed me the male grabbed the female in the rear and definitely goosed her!! As with most females experiencing this, she wasn’t impressed and let him know. I wonder if they’re still a pair?
One of the most elaborate courting rituals your are likely to see this Spring is that of the Great Crested Grebe. First described in 1912 the spectacular display is played out across the waterways every spring. The grebes both sporting black and orange facial ruffs and black ear tufts will warily approach each other before starting to flick their heads from side to side
This may continue for a few minutes before they both dive down and re-emerge with beaks full of pond weed. They will then rise up from the water paddling furiously to maintain the height out of the water.
Watching them it’s hard to comprehend the stamina needed to keep them chest to chest and extended above the surface.
Once down to about 30 pairs in the UK they were brought to the brink of extinction for their feathers which were used to line hats and muffs. Now though through protection and conservation they are now numerous and can be found on almost any body of water.
For the last couple of years I’ve visited our local boating lake to watch the cygnets arrive and grow into beautiful swans. However this year the female was recently killed in an accident and after seeing her bring 16 young into the world this year over the last three years its going to be hard to visit. The male is still on the lake and even though he doesn’t have a family to protect is still patrolling and chasing off perceived threats.
The local swan rescue had to remove the three young from last year as Dad was trying to chase them off so they could prepare for a new brood, but the stroppy teenagers weren’t going. After the death of the female they are looking to find a suitable replacement but as swans tend to mate for life it’s a tricky situation.
I’ll miss the opportunity to see them raise some more young but hopefully he can find a new partner and next year we’ll see them proudly showing off their new arrivals.
This fawn was enjoying a bit of a mud bath!
As the snow has returned today here’s a jay foraging in the snow. As they cache food they’ll be visiting some of their stores till the snow goes.
This swan was chasing off some geese which had got too close to its cygnets.
I certainly enjoyed watching these two red stags battling it out during the rut last year. The power they generate is phenomenal and the noise is amazing. Luckily even after a ten minute bout the only injury was a bloody nose.