26 May, 2012

Berry Pomeroy


Is a lovely little village. I spent this morning wandering around it and it's environs [and not getting splatted by traffic on the main road or in the lanes, which took some attention..]. There were pretty houses, lots of gorgeous flowers, hosts of birds.. None of them Choughs, of course. There were some nice freshly-mown Stork-attractors hay meadows, but none with 4 [or even 1] White Storks in, either.

The field in question is currently sheep-less, but has nice short grass and is frequented by assorted corvids quite regularly. It needs to be viewed from a passing car, though, as if you get out everything goes "Shiit!" and flushes low and fast. This is the countryside, after all, so every corvid that wants to live considers every human to be carrying a shotgun with intent.. With the aid of a Big Scope, I was able to check every field in the area that had short grass and/or livestock. There's enough nice slopey fields in the South Hams for a Chough to get very lost in, so it could well be hanging around somewhere. Or halfway back to where ever it came from.

Oh well, worth a try.


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