Something in the Air - Thunderclap Newman

Relates to both the Chopper and the as yet only small signs of the Birds getting it together.

We don't know how long, but it seems a while, since we have seen the

COASTGUARD HELICOPER

cut across our section of sky but, like all of our Emergency Services its good to know they are there.

Oh no, another Senior Moment it was only the other day!!
Down South and for the second time within the past 4 weeks a / the

STONECHAT
showed itself again, while after the short attention span of the recent House Sparrow investigation the

New Nestbox

was given a

thorough looking at by this

GREAT TIT

having previously chased off a

Blue Tit with its Estate Agent
and it has been very much longer since we last saw an

EDDIE STOBART LORRY
and this one also bedecked with an unfamiliar name - we have a collection somewhere?

aA bit of a change, or maybe that should be 'addition' at the
Irrigation Pond

as along with the now established pair of
COOT

a couple more female
SHOVELER
have arrived.
Only what we would describe as the 'usuals' at the Gravel Pit

but just on turning to leave these c2

MUTE SWANs
dropped in with immediate thoughts of nest building before noteing they were both

COBs
while all that could be found along our beat of the

Moors River 

and obscured by foliage were this pair of feeding

GADWALL
and no surprises to find the

RED-LEGGED PARTRIDGE
again, but today inside of the
Solar Panel Compound.

Back close to base and another 2 Cobs and this time very close to where a pair nested last year.
Some may remember the c7 eggs and c7 Sygnets?

PS - we thank the 2 correspondants who put us right on a couple of errors on yesterday's Post  Never to Old to Learn!

The Kids are Alright - The Who

 Another morning, another 'Chopper' a

MERLIN
we believe, for no other reason than for a CHANGE we covered the usual ground in reverse order, with yet another failure at the Sewerage Woeks not being able to coax a much hoped for Black Redstart out of cover. The plan however did have its reward as plying the banks of the Moors River to find onlt this

MUTE SWAN
keeping its head above the parapit, while at the junction with the bridleway unfamiliar calls from above was soon recognised as that of a

MARSH TIT
which once was thought to breed here, but gone are the days.

We did record a single last year after a drought of 4 years but the days find may have included as many as 3 individuals? while the Solar Panel Compound fielded on the expected a handful of

STARLINGs

ditto
MEADOW PIPITs

STONECHAT
keeping the 'Panels Cleaning Team' in business and en-route to the
Gravel Pit

what we are calling
SELF-HEAL
in certainty that if incorrect we will be put right.

At the Gravel Pit and totally expected the

COOTs
were starting to engage in this pre-nuptual sparring

with the dominant male standing on a totally submerged female.
Unfortuneately the ritual didn't last long enough for a video clip, but we are working on it,

while to capture a pair of GADWALL in company with c3 LITTLE GREBE
was something of a miracle in itself! All else there was this

PIED WAGTAIL
with a second feeding at the

newly formed puddle.
Penultimately, there was no more than a fleeting glimps down south at the

ASH STUMP
of a second sighting this year of a / the

LITTLE OWL
which looked promising with images from the archive, and finally a short visit from 2 of the former Appretices who's interests were stifled by the covid outbreak.

Sofie and Josh, but an absent Oliver.
4 years ago taking to the Moths like Ducks to water.

Art for Art's Sake - 10 CC (Part II)

 When searching for inspiration for a Post Filler, in such circumstances as those recent stormy day's, we need look no further than our now completed memoir of 1,838 pages, 714,917 words and proped up by 10,757 images and destined for my 4 grandchildren only! Continuing from last Sunday's brief look at some of our other passions we'll continue the 'art theme' with a single morning that will live with me forever and considered perfectly backed-up by the American Rock Band - Mountain with thier seminal composition Theme for an Imaginary Western best played in conjuction with viewing the post and don't forget the Kleenex!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l_x0xH9fLM

 Stepping from the Greyhound Coach in down-town

Omaha, Nebraska 

on a 4th visit to the continent, on the endless persuit of visiting every state eventually, breakfast was the priority before rounding the corner of the Coach Station to view this before me

immediately reminding me of the Classic Track above.

When the wagons leave the city,

for the forest and further on.

and not just a single bronze sculpture but a seemingly endless array winding its way across the full length of the city.

Painted wagons of the morning,

dusty roads where they have gone.

Sometimes travelin' through the darkness,

met the summer comin' home.

Fallen faces by the wayside,

looked as if they might have known.

Oh, the sun was in their eye, and the desert that was dry.

In the country towns, where the laughter sounds.

Oh, the dancing and the singing,

oh the music when they played.

Oh, the fire that they started.

Oh, the girls with no regret.

Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it.

 Often lost it along the way.

Fought each other to possess it,

sometimes died in sight of day.

Oh, the sun was in their eyes,

and the desert that dry.

In the country town

where the laughter sounds.

The End