I
hope there will be forgiveness for the poor quality of today's post,
but my attentions were drawn elsewhere, Lunch with Lesley.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Here Comes The Flood - Peter Gabriel
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Anyone For Tennis - Cream
HALLELUJAH was the first word that
sprang to mind peeping through the curtains first thing, it wasn't
raining. As with the lack of grass cutting in the cemetery last week, it
was soon to transpire that not only do I 'talk too soon', I also 'think
too soon'!
It
was in fact raining, albeit so light it was difficult to see, but
passing the Marsh there was a rainbow thumbing its nose at me. The rain
had persisted all day and night yesterday but our share had been nothing
compared to those further north and west of Weymouth, but the wind had
now veered to the north and there was a good chance of us inheriting the
residue?
The
scene looked similar from the Town Bridge while awaiting the bus, but I
refrained from even thinking there was signs of brightness to the east.
At
Ferry Bridge there was, given the current whether conditions, an
amazing sight of no fewer than c19 LITTLE TERNs a number of which were
adult birds carrying fish. On the strength of that it was thought worth a
closer look along the foreshore of Chesil Beach where there looked to
be c9 juveniles, a great result by anyone's measure.
Approaching the Bill there were definite signs of brightness (but not too loud) which encouraged a couple of
out onto the telephone wires for a bit of preening
It appeared there had been an influx of
the immigrant SILVER Y MOTH and the increasing warmth was keeping them
on the wing. The marking from which this insect gets its name can be
seen on this image.
but eventually it did fly off to be replaced by
MAGPIEs. The adult bird had found a RAT, much to the delight of the younger bird
which began pestering for a share. It
was afforded a couple of chunks and it should be noted that the parent
was one of the few 'ringed' by the staff at the Observatory. That was my
next 'port of call', where a few seabirds were being recorded; of which
I saw only one a Balearic Shearwater. Coffeed and fed, it was off again
towards the East Cliff
c2 of this seasons juveniles. On the
walk down it was not surprising to see a mini torrent of of rain water
draining from the fields and flooding the road at Culverwell, so it was
always going to be worth checking the overflow at the cliff edge.
The REEDY DITCH was in full flow,
and while it is no Iguassu, this is the closest we get to a Waterfall on Portland - lovely isn't it?
With lots of Blue Sky
by now and the day getting ever warmer, insects were being coaxed out
of cover (or the cocoon) with just a few CINNABAR MOTHs and my best
count of
While
there were still billowing clouds over Weymouth Bay to the east, but by
the time I reached home they too had cleared leaving a sun-soaked blue
sky. It was hoped things were the same at SW20 as Andy Murray strives to
be the first Men's Singles Champion since Fred Perry in 1936 against
the 'mighty; Roger Federer - May the BEST MAN win!
Saturday, 7 July 2012
Same Old Story - Rory Gallagher
There was only one blessing as far
as the weather was concerned today, and that is there was a good excuse
for a 'slack hammock'. A naval expression for not being able to get out
of bed in the morning, is something I have never subscribed to but why not under the circumstances. There had been a lull in
the overnight rain at about 05:00 so thoughts had turned to catching the
first of the ebb tide at Ferry Bridge, but it was all too short lived.
When my feet finally hit the deck at 07:00 the rain was heavier than
ever and since then both wind and rain have increased to make it a
thoroughly miserable day.
However,
we are now going to attempt to put a little sunshine into the mix,
having selected 20 of the most colourful birds we have on archive,
hoping this does the trick for all our readers.
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