Sunday, June 09, 2024
I set off in the rain, determined to get some exercise and not really expecting to see any birds. But as I reached the high moors the weather cleared, and I began to hope for snipe. However, a greenshank flying across my path high to the north was an acceptable alternative. Shortly afterwards, some "yippy" sounds alerted me to the approach of a white-tailed eagle being mobbed by a smaller bird which I thought was a raptor; but I couldn't tell which one.
Well - clearly an osprey! Several willow warblers and a tree pipit were singing, and long-tailed tits were active and vocal in two places; but once again, there was no sign of either wood warbler or spotted flycatcher.
// posted by Christine @ 11:19 AM 
