|Male bullfinch |
by Silversyrpher from Scotland, UK
|Otter tracks |
by David Perez
|Water vole swimming |
by Hugh Venables
The beautiful adder on the right was filmed nearby...
*(For the linguistically-challenged, the French for 'bird' is 'oiseau')
- There's a couple of beautiful wild flower bouquets visible at the moment:
- On roadsides: oxeye daisy, poppy and charlock. There's a wonderful display on the steep bank behind the roundabout at Eastville Tesco's.
- In meadows: top storey: plantain in flower; middle storey: buttercup; understorey: red clover.
Yesterday at Clapton in Gordano were more baby birds: swarms of young bluetits in the hedgerows, and a mother mallard with 11 chicks on the rhine, smart in their chocolate and yellow fluffy camouflage outfits.
On the cliff down to a small beach towards Portscatho, I saw the following plants flowering within just a few metres of each other: sheep's-bit scabious, thrift, English stonecrop, centaury, kidney vetch, red and white campion, valerian, pennywort, hawkweed, sea plantain, sea beet, charlock, rock samphire, and gorse! And that was just a cursory view.
On a ferry across the sound from St Mawes to Falmouth, a gannet flew incredibly low over the boat while another skimmed the surface almost within touching distance – I've never been so close. I asked the ferryman if this was common locally, and he said no, absolutely not.
In the front garden of a seaside villa up towards Falmouth castle, a very young gull tottered about – just a big bundle of fluff and spots. It reminded me of something I still have a problem with, as do many people new to birds: that fledglings are almost always full-sized, even if their plumage isn't fully developed. It seems rather counter-intuitive, especially as we are raised on pictures of little ducklings and cygnets, more similar to the pattern of other `baby' animals.
In the castle grounds, a blackbird was trying to deal with a slug. First came great wipings of his bill on the grass, then an assault on the slug and the piece bitten off also swiped vigorously back and forth on the sward. Presumably a blackbird would normally leave the slugs to the thrushes.
|by Philippa Crabbe, Bristol|
On my way down to Cornwall on Sunday late afternoon, I stopped overnight outside Bodmin in a reasonable smart industrial estate that had a nice cul de sac going down to a bit of wasteland. (I was camping in my car, as I do). It was evening by then and all was quiet - except looming out of the mist every now and then, came a little fleet of those very old-fashioned icecream vans, going home for the night!
*(The wildlife of Bristol's inner city are Montpelier)