Wednesday February 23
Having reminded ourselves that about now is the best time to take photographs of woodland birds, we set off for a woodland feeding area. The trees are bare, and the birds are in superb plumage, ready for the breeding season. We have Blue Tits exploring our garden nesting boxes.
The birds were waiting for us. A few scattered seed remains on the ground all that remained from the previous feeding. Blue, Coal, Great, and Marsh Tits all made an appearance, along with Nuthatches and Chaffinches. The latter had the foot deformities prevalent at the moment, having a problem in landing, wings fluttering madly in the attempt to balance.
My challenge was to photograph the birds in the trees, rather than on the feeding post.
Easier said than done, especially Nuthatches.
The birds' whole attention is focussed on getting to the food, they do not stay still for long. Then, they return to eat the spoils, usually behind a twig or two.
As the sun moved around, backlighting the area, I turned my attention to the other side of the road. The resident Cob was busy seeing off last year's young, wings arched, neck and head thrust menacingly towards the fleeing target of his aggression. A Moorhen escaped the mayhem.
Blackbirds fed on top of the gate.
The whole time, two Grey Squirrels snatched what they could from ground and post. No sign of the half-tailed one this morning.
How on earth did it take four sizeable adults on a holiday to North Wales?
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