I’d barely reached Stow-on-the-Wold this morning, en route to Farmoor Reservoir, when I found myself driving through a heavy downpour. Madness, I thought. I should turn back. But there was a slightly brighter line of sky visible just above the … Continued
I drove over to Farmoor Reservoir this morning, in the admittedly faint hope that the Glossy Ibis that rocked up there at about 9am would still be around by noon. That it wasn’t was no surprise – a concrete-sided reservoir … Continued
I went over to Farmoor Reservoir this morning, where other photographers directed me towards the Little Stint, and told me that it would be pretty easy to spot because it was hanging out with a juvenile Little Ringed Plover. Which … Continued
A chap at the Pinkhill end of the causeway at Farmoor this morning asked if I’d seen the pair of Little Ringed Plovers, smirked when I said I hadn’t, and told me they were back down towards the slipway. I … Continued
When I woke up this morning with a burning desire to be somewhere else, I thought about the past few days and realised that I hadn’t set foot outside the muddy trench we call home for almost four days. No … Continued
The virus I’ve been trying to shake off ever since receiving it as a Christmas present from the Boy Wonder hit a Victorian novel kind of crisis last night, before apparently turning a corner, and this morning I got up … Continued
It was a perfect owling day, but I wasn’t feeling up to dealing with hordes of people, so I decided to go to Draycote Water for a Christmas-carb-busting walk and a Great Northern Diver. Both of which I got, though … Continued
By this morning Storm Bert had largely worked itself out, leaving a blustery but largely fine day, and after a weekend of enforced inactivity I was raging to be out and about. There were no bird alerts for Farmoor, but … Continued
