Times of the large. Whoopers heading north.
A transition period is upon me, as I eluded to in my last
posting. And since said prosaic ramblings I have migrated northwards, via the
Lizard (where crippling view of Chough, natures kite, were obtained) to
Northumberland ready to begin the Farne Islands 2012 season. How great it is to
be back in this raw, hostile but unrelentingly beautiful and softly lit county!
from the southwest
to the Northeast
Of course the words on everyones lips are ‘What impact will
the mild winter (after 2 very colds one) have?’. Not only on the spring migrant
birds currently arriving from Africa . But also
for the breeding seabirds of the Farnes who have spent the last few months
marooned in the North Sea (and as far as the Atlantic ).
All I’ll say is our northerly latitudes and their wildlife have been subject to
more cold or very cold winters than mild ones so the likelihood of stuff
benefitting is sadly fairly low but I remain optimistic that 2012 will be a
great year for everyone, from lichen to shag.
Anyway this blog posting is intended to vaguely recap on my
life so that when we sail to planet Farne tomorrow I can give a blow by blow
account, fully adulterated with all manner of nonsense and such with no (or
little) hint of hindsight.
Crip-factor!
So the day I left Scilly was warm, muggy and sunny..which seemed
to encourage this LARGE TORTOISESHELL!! out to briefly bask in our newly
cleared ‘meadow’. A continental species which after many years with only a few records is becoming less rare in recent years. Another mega insect added to the mighty Longstone list!
The Lizard was mega, although I saw more pints than notable
birds (besides Chough, no pics…too gripped). But Northumberland has already
given up some of its bounties as you’ll see below:
And here's some recent pics...
Dotted Border
Common Quaker
Pearly Underwing - part of a mini migrant influx just before I left Scilly
Speckled Wood - the first in the garden this year, whose appearance coincided with the Large Tortoiseshell
Red Kite
Red Grouse
Guess the bird...hint: It's Whisky
Some idyllic Whoopers moving north.
More white magic.
Pale Brindled Beauty
Anyway too many words for your eyes. Tomorrow…to the Farnes!
I’ll let you know how it goes, yeah?
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