We were graced with three distinguished visitors this morning. The Squirrel, Nuthatch & Woodpecker appeared in quick succession.
The Squirrel made a spectacular entrance by running along the telegraph wire and dropping onto the Berberis. Because the nut feeder is in the shade I find it difficult to get any good shots, so I decided to move it to the front of the Arbour. This was a good move as I have had prolonged visits from the Nuthatch, also the Woodpecker paid some lengthy visits through out the day. It remains to be seen if the squirrel accepts the change. As the saying goes, good things come to those who wait.
After lunch I paid a visit to the Tourist Information, where Tootlepedal was on duty. Dropscone was keeping him company. After a general conversation Dropscone went on his way, leaving two of his delicious scones, of which Tootlepedal was guarding closely.
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After leaving Tootlepedal to continue his duties, I headed to the moorland feeder station. On the way I came upon the Partridge Family out for a stroll
I thought I would explore some of the area and started to walk down the left hand side of the plantation, I had gone about 200 yards when I tripped and fell, my foot was caught in a snare.
This was an interesting but frustrating walk, due to the fact my Knee started to become quite sore for some reason Rather than irritate it any further I crossed over the fence into the adjacent field and headed back to the car.
Before writing this blog I watched Michael Phelps win his 15th Olympic Gold medal and his 19th Olympic medal overall making him the most successful Olympian ever.
Nice pictures Sandy. especially the Woodpecker. I can see why you won a photo competition.
ReplyDeleteLooking at the length of that grass, I think you made the right decision avoiding any more snares. I thought it was illegal to snare birds nowadays. I remember my older cousins snaring pheasants over in Fife as a boy. My auntie would hang them till they almost stank. I was nearly sick on my first taste. Liked it in later years though.
I think the local keepers are out to snare Mink rather than birds as they play havoc with the pheasant rearing.
ReplyDeleteThere is a game larder near us, and I can remember as a child in the fifties various types of game being hung which also stank. My grandfather was head gamekeeper.