High tide peaked at 6.00am so waders were far out, from Jenny Brown's Point. A flock of lapwing came down on rocks amidst the channels. Curlew called and an egret was close to shore. The changing light over Morecambe Bay was beautiful.
The sun quickly burnt off early morning mist to give hours of wonderful light. Carpe diem, seize the day in a week of unsettled weather when the longed-for rain arrived.
High tide peaked at 6.00am so waders were far out, from Jenny Brown's Point. A flock of lapwing came down on rocks amidst the channels. Curlew called and an egret was close to shore. The changing light over Morecambe Bay was beautiful.
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'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness Close bosom friend of the maturing sun' Robins sing in the silence and stillness. Mist hugs the fells and the sun will break through and burn it off. This could be a moment for sloes in the foggy, foggy dew. I haven't long. The green fruit on a spindle bush ripen to rose. If its leaves last they could be autumn gold when the pink fruit split to reveal orange seeds. Mellow fruitfulness comes fitfully. Coincidence of weather and season sometimes bring wondrous effects, if you look, if you choose the right moment, the right year. ‘Go now. Hurry. Bearded tits have come early and they’re showing at the Grisedale Hide. ‘ Bearded tit, or Bearded reedling as sound-recordist and naturalist Chris Watson suggests. The reed bed is their habitat. They make their nests of its reeds and purple flowers, feed on its seeds in winter. Birds are calling from the dense reeds, a call ‘ like the clink of a cash register.’ We watch as they fly across the mown space and into the reeds. |
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