The beginning of the week was filled with migration, which is brilliant, even when everything is grey. Thousands of Brent Geese moving past, thrushes overhead, finches coming in off the sea and a couple of out of place Robins to name but a few.
This Wheatear wasn't doing what the usual Wheatears do where they normally do what they do. Which may or may not be significant, but I suspect it was due to its very recent arrival that it just sat about for a bit.
The next day the sun came out and another Wheatear did much the same thing somewhere else.
And the migrants continued. This little fellow was still damp from his exertions across the North Sea but seemed very happy with the local fare.
The local population of Meadow Pipits was also swollen by newcomers.
And then the wind turned direction and it all stopped. Which was rubbish. So at the weekend I went to see an Owl with long ears. Didn't manage to get shots without something in front of its face, but nonetheless it was a cracking bird and had views that bettered anything I have had before of one of them. It was big too.
I dare say that if it hangs around for a couple of days some obliging chap(s) will clear the bracken, put a suitably gnarly perch out with a smorgasbord of freshly killed small mammals available for the bird in order for it to perform for the big lenses gain sustenance in view of all this horrible weather what we are having.
Oh, and I saw a Phalarope too. I like Phalaropes. Anyway, here is a picture of a feather.
