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Thursday, 10 April 2025

Territorial Dispute - Cock Pheasents


Normally, Cock Pheasants will dispute either, territory or a bunch of females, or both. 
I couldn't see any females anywhere so I guess it was the former.
The claws on there feet and legs are quite vicious looking and could cause injury.











This last shot was somewhat of a stand off, then they went their separate ways.



This Peacock Butterfly has come through the Winter in reasonable shape.



The first Bluebells I have seen this Spring, which were emerging amongst primrose plants along the edge of woodland path.








The first Speckled Wood I have seen this Spring.
Unfortunately it didn't hang around for a second photograph.


Saturday, 5 April 2025

Water Rail


I often walk by a long narrow stretch of water at the side of the Lodmoor Reserve, Weymouth. 
Around one chance in twenty I may catch sight of Water Rail that I know reside in that area.
Thankfully this was one of those times that I was successful. That said, frustratingly, I usually can hear them making that Squealing Pig like call without any sighting at all.

The Water Rail produces two clutches per year of 6 to 11 eggs between March and August. The Water Rail is a very secretive species with its habitat being  well vegetated wetland area.












Thursday, 3 April 2025

Local Walk Post - Singing Wrens

There is certainly more bird activity now.
I heard my first Blackcap of the year singing, which was presumably a male.
The song of the Dunnock can be heard just about everywhere on my local walk.


Long-tailed Tit - Always worth a few photographs.







Little Egrets can be found in all the local rivers as well as the local Nature Reserves.
This one was finding food with ease.


Wrens, particularly males, can be seen singing on higher perches arond their territories and nesting sites.





Lesser Celandines adorn the side of paths everywhere.


This Woodie was observed hiding in the shade, no doubt having eaten its way thought the green shoots on the tree.


This Dunnock was singing away at the top of its voice when I walked along a path.