Friday and I was determined to get some exercise, get up on t'Moor, and see just how unfit I was... [Gulp]
I also had Business with brightly-patterned flutterbys.
So, two birds, one photo* and so on;
A detour on the way out and a quick amble through a bog.
One...
Marsh Fritillary
Two...
Three...
I can go on but we'll stop the pics and I'll tell you I counted 12 of the wonderful things. :D
Also there;
Look at that schnozz!!!
Bee-fly sp.!
Now as to which one......
"Aargh! I'm stuck!"
Many many Garden Chafers on the wing all over the place, [Yes, I did rescue this one, whose wing had caught] frequently flying into you with a disconcertingly loud Buzzzzz-BONK!
I didn't tarry long, as I had Elsewhere to be.
Lunch was had with a view like this;
Not bad.
With accompaniment from a Cuckoo [unseen] and plenty of
Skylark
Very confiding when you sit around quietly.. :)
I eventually tore myself away and went for an amble about the north Moor, a little tentatively at first, as I attempted to find out how unfit I was without doing myself a disservice..
Turns out I'm not as badly off as I'd feared, and I toddled a good 11 miles and bounced up Yes Tor the 3rd hardest way with only about a dozen 'pauses to scan for kites' [Ahem]
This yomping was, I must add, almost entirely on the network of military roads [ie. tracks with the odd stretch of tarmac here and there], with only one serious climb, one ford, and one bout of bog-hopping.
Still, while knees were feeling it on the day, they've recovered nicely, so that's good news.
You're expecting Wheatears, right?
Well, it would be wrong not to;
Some little Wheatear's getting a good lunch!
Giving anxiety calls
Proof of and signs of breeding at two locations.
While t'Moor wasn't exactly quiet [most vexingly at a couple of points while trying to quietly stalk things and 'oh here's a family pushing a buggy.!'] it wasn't heaving either, though the proportion of dogs actually on the lead was vexingly though not surprisingly low...
More scenery
As you can see, the sunshine didn't last.
A few locals I ran into [or who er, flew into me];
Wasp sp. 1
Wasp sp. 2
Common Shoulderblade
Devon sheep are so
hard, they rob banks.
Those two are up to no good. Tell me I'm wrong.
No kites this time [look up last year so I can gloat again], but a very nice day out all around.
:)
Be Seeing You...
[[* I think this needs adopting ASAP, don't you? ]]
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