Monday, 11 April 2011

World's End!...

A Dartford Warbler, less than a two hour drive away, I could
hardly resist!

I drove up to World's End bright and early Saturday morning.
I had instructions on where the Dartford Warbler was hiding
out but trying to find it proved difficult at first. I was told it
was near a fallen Pine tree, for anyone that's been up to see
it will tell you that there's a fair few fallen Pine tree's about.

I spent the first hour an half searching in the wrong area,
In the end I found the right tree and straight away within
six feet of me he landed and began to sign.

The first part of the morning proved difficult, the light
wasn't the best and it began to rain.I took a few record shot's
but it wasn't what I really wanted so I decided to have a walk
in search of Black Grouse hopeing the light would get better

I found plenty but none wanted there photograph taken.
I trudged across the moors some more and ended up getting
myself a little bit of telling off from the gamekeeper. After a
quick chat with him and explaining what I was doing walking
the moors he told me the whereabouts of the Hen Harriers
apparently he watches them quite often.

After my brief encounter with the gamekeeper I decided
to make my way back to the Dartford Warbler it was at
this point a male Hen Harrier crossed my path some distance 
away in front of me, a first for me. I've seen plenty of
females but never the male, cracking bird!

I did try and search for the Harriers for while but couldn't
locate them, and I didn't really want another run in with
the local gamekeeper, something for next time maybe!

As I made my way back I could see a few scopes pointing
up to the connifer plantion on the hill, I asked what
they were all looking at and they replied A Great Grey
Shirke!...A quick chat and I was looking through someones
scope at a cracking Shrike.

I got back to the Warbler and by now a few photographers
had arrived and had setup on the path hopeing for a few
shot's. I decided to sit it out and wait for my chance. A couple
of hours had passed before I had my chance, I'd actually fell
asleep in the heather, well... I'd had an early start. I was
awoken by the song of the Dartford Warbler it was perched
right in front of where I wanted it a few clicks and my shot's
were in the bag.

In the mean time Pete had turned up and after I'd bagged my 
shot's I  popped over to say hello and show he him what I
managed to get and like a true friend he told me to delete


Not likely Pete!

1 comment:

  1. What are friends for? I see you took no notice of my advice though. I don't know why I bother sometimes...

    Owe you a pint still ;-)