Moulty
After faffing around all morning, trying and failing to decide what to do, I finally got a grip and took myself off to Slimbridge. I had low expectations of this trip, which usually pays, and in the event the weather … Continued
A trip to Prestbury Hill this morning improved my butterfly list for the year by six species, of which this was the most spectacular, and least expected. It hadn’t crossed my mind that the Marsh Fritillaries might be out yet, … Continued
Is it just me, or are the starlings drawing a starling here? Assuming you can see them – it was virtually dark when I took this photo, which is the last of my keepers from this evening. There’s something strange … Continued
R and I went to Slimbridge today, in unforecast freezing fog, to meet up with L, G and B, and bring B home with us for an overnight stay. The transfer didn’t go quite as smoothly as planned, owing to … Continued
This morning I decided that I was well enough to risk a day out, so I made the trip to Slimbridge that didn’t happen on Monday. It turned out not to be the best day for a visit, because staff … Continued
“Good morning!” “Morning.” “Have you seen any Marsh Frits?” “Yes, two. Up there, on the ridge, feeding on buttercups on the far side of the path.” “Wonderful! That’s really helpful – thank you!” “You’re welcome.” Five minutes later: OK… so… … Continued