In Dusk We Trust - Some Owling in Co.Durham, North East England, Great Britain

Saturday, 20 March 2010

Fake plastic trumpet

Light was fading & mist was already filling the hollows as we arrived.

It was nice to be out, having only managed an hours fresh air all day.
As we munched a quarter of Cola Bottles & Cherry Lips, we noted 1 post top Little & 2Shorts up together along the way.

We stopped chewing & slipped into stealth mode, walking on quiet soles, avoiding puddles & twigs ( & the odd amphibian ).
I squeezed Jacks hand & he stopped half a step after me.

Very, very faintly a soft muffled sound & half a dozen or so taps from the males wings.
A female was calling - we paused, to listen, every 8 seconds or so, then continued in the direction of the sound.

Stopping again further on, she was clearly audible approx 60m away.
It seemed to have caught his imagination when i whispered that it sounds like she was blowing a little plastic trumpet. "Or yeah !"
Creeping on we got to within 20metres & stopped again.

We were close, the calls were so very clear now, but the bird never faultered, continuing to call every 8 or so seconds.

It was at this point that the bairn looked up at me & got the giggles - it realy does sound like she blowing a little plastic trumpet !

Listened a while as she repeated the same note over & over, we headed off leaving her to it.

Redwing, Wigeon, Snipe & Golden Plover were also heard going over as we were walking back - only problem was hearing what the little un had to say . . . He wouldnt stop whispering ! Got back in double quick time, had to run cos he couldnt let the crescent moon beat us back home. Bless.

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1 comment:

Phil said...

You realise there could be twitchers about at all hours now with little toy trumpets secreted about their person? With a bit of luck they will just find each other. A good read Steve.