This Sunday - after losing the previous day to my head [argh] - I was determined to get some kilometres under my feet.
T'Moor awaited, and I defied the iffy forecast and actual rain to go for a proper yomp.
Aside from assorted DofEs, I almost had the place to myself, which was great. I covered a fair whack of ground and got to new bits for the year, I even refound - and used - an old crossing point I'd last used while still working at the merry 'vox..!! Better yet, I only got rained on once! Result.
My legs were unamused by all this use, though, and the creaking when I got home was a terrible thing to behold, but it was worth it.
And not just for being Up again, oh no.
The birds, my dears, the birds!!
You may be wondering why I've not actually used any names, any places, so far. This is entirely deliberate, as when I said 'the birds', I meant it!
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Part-way through - way out 'somewhere' - I came across an interesting feather on the path. Look Over There and tell me what you think? 😏
I knew what I thought and was extra on guard - despite being in what I did not think of as an area for the species - though I still managed to be surprised when I flushed two-no three! RED GROUSE, which went zooming off low, as is their wont.
You might want to hit that link, as I hit one well enough for you to see what it was [just about].
Zoggin' 'eck!!!
I've heard them this year, more than once in fact, but not seen any since that time I was 'somewhere on Dartmoor' and came across a female with train of utterly adorable chicks, up very close and personal. There are pics, you may have seen them if you've been reading this for long enough. ::Whistles::
Thus the lack of location detail; Red Grouse are very rare and very protected and you do not give locations in the breeding season [or any other time, if you're me].
Not very long after at all, an adult Hobby came zooming past. I was again surprised and again got a photo. Score. As it is still breeding season [well, just] and Hobby are also very sensitive breeders [Maybe. They're that sensitive. I think they do somewhere in the county but nobody is telling. {And that's very right and proper, too}], I couldn't tell you where I was even if I hadn't met the grouse. Ah well.
Elsewhere there were Wheatears, including a very confiding juvenile, and my first Black Darter of the year [latter much lower down and soggier location that the former].
In something of a re-balancing, I again got no soaring birds that weren't Ravens despite quite a bit of skywatching.
Ah, I love being up on t'Moor.
Be Seeing You...
