Friday, 6 November 2009

"Women's Knitting Circle"

Kingfisher (c) 2009 Howie Speight
Kingfisher (c) 2009 Howie Speight
Kingfisher (c) 2009 Howie Speight
Kingfisher (c) 2009 Howie Speight
Long-tailed Tit (c) 2009 Howie Speight
Treecreeper (c) 2009 Howie Speight
Pied Wagtail (c) 2009 David Ware
No offence meant to any knitters, or women, or those who like circles, but the above title refers to what a miserable old goat said today – sorry, may have used 2 incorrect vowels, when I should really substitute them with quite another vowel. Before today’s session’s started a lump under the hedge may, or may not have been a Woodcock. I decided to leave it until it showed better when we came back at lunchtime. The first bird after this was a hidden, but noisy Treecreeper, then a dazzling Grey Wagtail flew up from the car park and landed on a nearby wall. We tried the Kingfisher thing again, and sure enough it appeared. It was distant in the morning, but gave prolonged views; whilst in the afternoon it showed for a briefer time, but was closer to the observers. A flock of 20+ Siskins flew south, but there wasn’t as much movement as on Tuesday. There wasn’t too much of interest on the large expanses of water, apart from one lone Pink-footed Goose being dwarfed by the Greylags. The woodland held Bullfinches, Goldcrests, Long-tailed Tits, Treecreepers and plenty of fungi, but nothing out of the ordinary. We retraced our way back to the main hide where an old bloke had now taken up residence with what was presumably his spouse. He remained silent, but his wife did return my greeting. I quietly pointed out each species to the group, but was sat at the furthest side of the hide from the bloke, so wasn’t aware he was continually swearing under his breath. Elizabeth, who was nearest, wasn’t sure, but she thought he was cursing because he couldn’t find the Black-necked Grebe or Smew he was looking for. We went back to the visitor centre to try & link up with the Woodcock, but it had moved even further back into the gloom. The session dispersed and I enjoyed my packed-lunch in the warmth & comfort of the visitor centre in the affable company of the warden – thanks for the warm mug of tea! Later, the curser came in, and during the course of his conversation he let slip that he was glad that the “Women’s Knitting Circle” had gone! If only all those macho men, and the others from the morning group could have heard this bigot speak – of course, we were at fault for invading his private hide! The same birds were around in the afternoon with nothing really outstanding apart from the Kingfisher. Unfortunately, the light became trickier as the rain clouds loomed ever closer, but we managed to escape before it started raining! Will be there again on Wednesday, so I hope the bigot stays away!

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