It's Been a While (or Hello and Thanks for all the Fish)

Six years in fact since I last posted on this site - which I had long ago resolved to abandon - too much stuff had pervaded my life and one way or another dried up what few creative juices I might have hoped to drip onto these pages.

I'll try not bore with the detail, but the work life, I had thought I had given up, returned for a few years to a greater extent than I had envisaged, and I found myself too busy, tired or apathetic to carry on posting (not featuring Sid James).

So what now - late at night and I can't sleep - so I thought I might have another bash  at the old blogging thing and see how it goes. 

The past years have certainly not diminished my love of British wildlife combined with an interest in photography, which I like to think has developed (sorry) thanks to good advice, better equipment and thousands of hours in the field - often getting it wrong but sometimes getting the pay-off that patience can bring.

Expect then (as before) a predominantly nature focused collection of experiences - maybe a bit of photo chat and the odd (hopefully) amusing story or rant depending on life injustices.

To kick off then let's talk kingfishers and otters. 

For the last few months these usually elusive species have been showing really well at our local nature reserve. I suspect in the case of the kingfishers we have a few young birds looking to set up a territory combined with a lake offering good and relatively easy fishing conditions compared to the nearby river.

I know your down there - Kingfisher looking for a target

Locked on

As for the otters - occasionally three have been seen together, presumably a mother and two cubs - but it's usually a lone dog that turns up, quite literally, anywhere around our main lake and even very close to the hides. Like the Kingfishers, my assumption is, that they are using our lakes because flood conditions in the rivers are making prey location difficult. Recently they seem to be taking smallish fish, probably roach and perch, but I have also seen what appears to be a Crayfish disappearing down one gullet. 

"What makes you think I have been fishing?"

Just Looking

For nearly twenty years now I have been annually travelling hundreds and thousands of miles, mainly to the West Coast and Islands of Scotland, in search of otter spotting opportunities, so it seems unreal to be getting some of my best ever sightings a mile from my home. 

I am realistic enough however,  to know that just as suddenly as these wonderful creatures started appearing, they will soon revert to type and frequent sighting will diminish, so there are no plans to start cancelling the trips north yet.

Trevor the Honking Heron

Sometimes you see something, you're not quite sure what's happening, but you take a couple of snaps just in case it turns out to be interesting or unusual. That - more by luck than judgement - is what has occurred in this instance.

I saw the Heron crossing the lake, it's head was down and bill open, so I assumed it was carrying something and took a couple of photos.

When I examined the pictures I realised it was not carrying anything - but was in fact, ejecting the indigestible elements of earlier meals in the form of a large pellet.

Better out than in

I know many birds bring up pellets comprising of varying combinations of fur, feather, bones, claws and even fish scales depending on their dining habits.

Over the last few years, I have had the opportunity to poke around in the undissolved  bits of owl, raptor and even kingfisher meals, usually found in the form of small round or oblong pellets, but  it had never occurred to me that Grey Herons also have a need to get rid of the bits their digestive juices can't manage.

The Heron is well know for it's catholic tastes when it comes to shovelling things down it capacious bill. If you consider that, along with fish, it will also glup down, amphibians, reptiles, small birds and rodents, I suppose it should come as no surprise, there must be some fairly solid material to be disposed off in the less than conventional manner. 

I don't know if ejecting pellets on the wing is a common occurrence, but I guess it would make sense that many birds might want to leave this material away from the nest or roost so as not to attract predators. Having said that, I suspect that there are not many hunters who fancy taking on a pretty evil looking bird with a 12 inch spear for a mouth.

Fatal Assumption

I rarely mention the wildlife in my back garden, for the very good reason that like the garden it's pretty small and generally uninteresting.

Despite the above, I have at least, up to this winter, enjoyed the company of between six and ten house sparrows which regularly came to the seed and peanut feeders which hang on the back of the garage wall.

Me Old Cock Sparrow on the garage wall

Occasionally I might spot a blue, great or long-tailed tit on the feeders and maybe the odd blackbird, dunnock or robin bouncing round on the ground, but, I'm afraid most days it was just house sparrows that came to enjoy the free food. And that was fine with me - they are a very active and in their own way, pretty little bird. Also, given the sad decline in numbers over the last twenty years, it was good to know that they were successfully breeding locally.

Unfortunately, over the last few months, I have only seen occasional glimpses of these formally constant visitors.

The long-tailed tit - one of my occasional visitors

and the bird with the saddest eyes in featherdom

 

Many of my friends, who regularly put out food, have also been reporting a marked lack of birds in their gardens this winter and there seems to have been general agreement, that this mild weather has resulted in plenty of natural food being accessible and so the birds did not need to visit our feeders.

I can't help but think that maybe there is flaw in this argument, in so much that; if the birds were happy to avail themselves of an easy meal in summer and autumn when natural food was really plentiful, why would they stop in winter, even if it is much milder than normal.

I'm not sure I have truly bottomed out the reason for the missing sparrows, but I have now definitely found at least one factor:

Sparrow or anti-sparrow? - hawk

The roof on which this raptor is perched is the same garage off which the feeders hang, so by keeping close to the wall, he is trying to stay out of sight long enough to get a dart at anything coming to the food about 10 feet below him.

The eyes have it

Like many wildlife observers I now find myself in the paradoxical situation of caring for the house sparrows and worrying about their future, but at the same time loving the chance to see the sparrowhawk at such close quarters.

I suspect my quandary pales to insignificance, compared to that facing the house sparrows!

The Bank Vole Sleeps Tonight
But Not if the Laughing Duck can help it.

Happy New Year Dear Reader

A bit presumptuous I suppose, to imagine anyone still follows these ramblings given the BV's apparent hibernation over the last two months. Although perhaps, one or two of you may have gathered that all things HESC related, have been a bit hectic recently and may have been following events at : http://fohescnews.blogspot.co.uk/

I thought therefore, that by way of an explanation for the absence of recent posts and as my new years message to the nation(s) I should write a few words.

When I jumped ship, nearly two and half years ago, the aim was simple; dump the politics, the duplicity, the idiotic in-fighting, the long hours (rewarded with statutory indifference) and a generally unfulfilling life style, for something materially less compensatory, but spiritually more rewarding.

Recent proposals regarding changes in management and housing developments (follow link above for details) which potentially threaten the nature (in every sense of the word) of our local reserve, seemed for a while, to be conspiring to drag me back into aspects of my former life that I could do without - and have, I will admit, resulted in a few sleepless nights.

The Pond

Sleepless nights are particularly unwelcome these days, thanks to the arrival of the laughing duck on the pond which sits about 30 yards outside my bedroom window. The LD is a small dark domestic duck, who has recently turned up with a couple of colleagues and frequently expels a series of loud quacks not dissimilar from the noise made by that horrific creation, the laughing policeman. Unfortunately the LD does not sleep well either (should that be eider?)

The Laughing Duck and friend

I am certainly not complaining about my lot though. I am guessing that thousands (maybe millions) of dissatisfied UK workers, have to drag themselves into their particular satanic mill every day in order to support their families and loved ones. As financially viable retirement moves inextricably towards the preserve of septuagenarians (or outgoing BBC, NHS Trust, Local Government or Bank executives, fired for incompetence) the sentence of hard labour handed out to the rest must seem like life with no remission. But dejected workers here's a crumb of comfort.

You can apparently identify life's incompetents by their unshakable self confidence and almost permanent state of happiness. It seems, that a major factor in being totally useless, is the inability to recognise, that you have absolutely no idea what you are doing. Ignorance really does, therefore, bring bliss - so if you are unhappy with your lot, I guess it means there is a fair chance you are doing a good job. Feel better for that?

I am trying not to get too hung up on the equipment needed to take good pictures -

this one was taken with my phone and is one of my favourites of the last month.
Maybe it suggests that it is the end not the means that matters.
(Who am I kidding I still want to update my D7000 to the D7100).

If inclined, you can follow the various negotiations and machinations, required to try and prevent the well meaning and the well mean, from cocking up a wonderful little wildlife oasis on the north west border of Milton Keynes, on the FoHESC blog. But, I have resolved (tis the season), they will not form part of future musings under the ToaBV banner.

Afterthought - I hereby reserve the right to vent my personal spleen herein, if necessary to preserve the good name of FoHESC.

So, talking of resolutions how about this year I try for:

• More time spent watching wildlife and photography thereof
• Less time worrying about the adequacy of my equipment (photographic that is)
• Less hours spent awake listening to the laughing duck
• To be unshakably self-confident and permanently happy

Hawkers Hunting, Darters in Disguise, Brown Bombers

and Spitfires Reborn

Whoosh!

What was that?
That was your life mate.
That was quick, do I get another one?
Sorry mate, that’s your lot.

John Cleese in Fawlty Towers 

Sitting in my little office, it’s only 7pm, but pitch black outside. A month has evaporated since my last post and the heating has been turned on for a few days now.

To rub it in, the i player (on shuffle) has delivered Who knows where the time goes (Sandy Denny with Fairport Convention) :-

“Across the evening sky all the birds are leaving
But, how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time”

Followed by Ramble On (Led Zep):-

“Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way”.

I think you get the picture.

 

Now, for something completely different (you can’t say I don’t know how to milk a theme).

Back in those halcyon days of August, I had intended to write a small, pictorial, piece on local dragonflies and tell you about a chance encounter with an extremely interesting gent and so, albeit, quite a bit later than intended, I will.

This summer has been really good for spotting dragonflies at our local reserve. The normal selection of Hairys, Emperors, Broad-bodied, Black-tailed and Four-spotted Chasers and Brown Hawkers kicked off the season, with Southern and Migrant Hawkers, Ruddy and Commons Darters coming off the bench, intent on going as far as possible, into extra-time.

Having spent much of last year trying to identify the not always obvious differences between the Common and Ruddy Darters I was extremely pleased this year to get a few snaps that I think help show the characteristics of each:

 

The male Ruddy Darter (left) and Common Darter (below) are not too difficult to distinguish. As you can see the Ruddy Darter has a much deeper red body (although this does vary according to maturity). The Common Darter has the fairly obvious yellow patches on the side of his thorax.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The girls present a bit more of a challenge. For me the easiest way to be sure is by looking at the legs. The Ruddy Darter (left) has all black stockings whilst the Common Darter (below), has yellow stripes down the backs of her legs. There are other subtle differences, but as long as you can get close (or a photo), then the legs seem, for me, to be the best indicator. The leg stripes work for males as well if you are struggling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another two species which I got a bit muddled at times last year were the Migrant and Southern Hawker. No doubt the experienced Ode Spotter thinks they are as different as chalk and cheese, but for the benefit of those, who, like me, are just getting to know their dragonflies, I thought I would show a couple of pictures taken at the back end of this summer which, I hope, help differentiate the two species.

 

The Southern Hawker, on the left, contains a fair bit more green on its thorax and the upper dots of it's body. The Migrant Hawker (below) has a brown thorax with yellow patches.

The Migrant Hawkers also appear to be one of the more curious dragonflies and will often fly quite close to you and hover, whilst they give you the once over. The Southern Hawker seems to prefer the shade and will patrol up and down pathways under the cover of over-hanging trees.

 

 

 

 

 

Now bear, with me on this next bit, but, if in WWII aircraft parlance, the Darters are Spitfires and Hurricanes and the Chasers are Bristol Beaufighters and de Havilland Mosquitos, then for me the Emperor and Brown Hawker are respectively the Avro Lancaster and Handley Page Halifax.

 

You see, I reckon, that whilst the Emperor is the big, bold, brazen, master of the skies, that everyone knows, the Brown Hawker is the unglamorous, workman like sort of Dragonfly, that battles on through all life’s flak and gets the job done: a kind of Brown Bomber.

 

Not convinced? Then as the late Mr Frankie Howard would say “please yourselves”. Undaunted the metaphors continue.

 

I failed to successfully capture a Brown Bomber in the Nikon’s searchlight for all of last year and for most of this. I finally caught up with this tired old gent, taking a well earned rest between sorties, you can see by the state of his wings that he has certainly seen some action, but otherwise appears serviceable.

 

The Brown (Bomber) Hawker

 

Ok I’ll come to the point of all the Biggles banter. One of the many benefits in getting involved in conservation work, is the wonderful diversity of people you meet, many of who, hide lights under their bushels, that you could just never guess.

One such gentleman, that I had the privilege to share a break-time coffee with, whilst scrub bashing at the reserve, was Peter Arnold. The conversation initially turned to photography, Peter it seemed, enjoyed photographing aircraft, but it soon transpired that his interest with planes, was far more intimate and hands on than I could ever guess. Peter bought and restored old Spitfires.

I cannot remember exactly how many Spitfire projects Peter told me had been involved in altogether (7 rings a bell), but he has shown me pictures of three of the Spitfires that he has been involved in restoring and I am sure there have been quite a few more.

 

Peter has recently completed Spitfire Survivors, which is described as the definitive reference book on the history of each and every survivor of the legendary World War II fighter aircraft.

Here is a truly magnificent photograph that Peter kindly sent me of a Seafire XVII he bought from a scrapyard back in 1973 and which is now flying.

 

Photograph by and copyright Peter Arnold

Scrambled metaphors, oh yes!

Squawk Like an Egyptian

About a week ago, I happened by chance, on one of those nature sequences that can't help but make you smile.

For reasons best known to itself, a feisty young Mute Swan decided it didn't like three Egyptian Geese trespassing in it's territory, maybe the bank robber masks they appear to be wearing had suggested they were up to no good.

Anyway, the Swan was determined to see them off. The trouble was, that the Egyptians were a bit slow getting the message and continued to stooge around in circles, whilst trying to avoid big boys beak.

Finally, with that indignant expression that all geese do so well, they sauntered off to another part of the lake to find a quieter life.

 

Wilson, Keppel and Betty finally get the message and move on

 

Is the Tortoise Slowing Decline?

I was sad to recently read, that the Small Tortoiseshell Butterfly Aglais urticae - which I plead guilty to having taken for granted, as an ever-present visitor to our gardens and hedgerows each Summer - has in recent years been suffering a significant reduction in numbers in Britain (particularly in the South)

Small Tortoiseshell Butterfly Aglais urticae

One of the possible reasons for this decline is thought to be a parasitic fly, Sturmia bella, which is common on the Continent but had not been recorded in Britain until 1998, however, it is now being recorded in many parts of Britain and particularly in the South. Global warming will no doubt be blamed as a likely reason for the flies immigrating to our shores.

The fly lays its eggs on the caterpillars’ foodplant (often nettles) and the Butterfly larvae then ingest the tiny eggs as they munch their way through the leaves. A grizzly death ensues, as the fly grubs emerge and feed on the insides of their host, although being careful to avoid eating the vital organs, until they are ready to break-out from either the fully-grown larva or pupa, at which point the host dies.

How did I ever take these for granted?

- the colours are truly beautiful

 This fly also attacks related species, such as the Peacock and Red Admiral, but it seems that unfortunately for the Small Tortoiseshell, it’s life cycle is better attuned to that of the fly and is more susceptible to attack.

  

Also at risk the Peacock Butterfly

On a more positive note - and whilst I fully accept that one man’s observations do not a scientific study make - I can’t help thinking that this summer seems to be a particularly good year for many species of Butterfly - including plenty of Small Tortoiseshells around these here parts. I can only guess and hope, that this year, the long, warm, dry weather may have helped more Butterflies to have hatched and survived.

The paradox of course being, that a long warm British summer may also encourage greater numbers of the parasitic fly.