Sunday, 14 October 2012

Mist it

A real morning of two halves. Up in the village bright sunshine, down in the valleys dank, dark mist with little visibility.

The village itself was above the mist line, bathed in glorious early morning sun. Having no shame, here are two Woodpigeon pictures: one eclipsing the Moon, the other in a blaze of autumn leaf colour:

Plenty of these on the move over the last few weeks: the Jay that is, not the power lines:

... at least I think thats the case...

So into the mist I went, the sun disappeared, I birded by ear. Greenfinches, Goldfinches, Chaffinches and a Redpoll all passed overhead, invisible. On the ground there were shapes in the mist. Lapwing (honest):

Some massive Ring Ouzels:

And hundreds of Golden Plover! This flock of 65-ish, dropped out of the sky and joined another invisible flock on the ground. There could have been hundreds out there, their calls were everywhere, but all hidden by the mist.

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