In Dusk We Trust - Some Owling in Co.Durham, North East England, Great Britain
Leucistic Little Owl image copyright Hilary Chambers, Durham.


Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Cure for Xmas Cabin Fever !

What a scummy morning, a good thaw has set in after 4 weeks snow.



Tell tale tide mark shows where yesterdays run-off raised the beck (sorry, burn)

( i have a mental block with Burn & cant get into the jist of using the word...
It was "Loup ower tha Beck" when i was a lad, none of this Burn malarky )


A bit fresh air was long overdue, we went along the Beck (Burn) to see what tracks & signs we could find & follow before the snow goes...



could hear the Kingfisher as we crossed the field & followed pheasant, horse & rabbit tracks



no encouragement necessary ;-)


Lots of fresh Mallard & Moorhen prints kept Jack amused by the waterside - he drew every different print in the snow untill his gloves were soaked (allways have spares).

Loads of vole/mice runs visible, snaking about & a few small prints every now & then

perhaps Wood Mouse having been respondsible for the Xmas decs on this old finch nest





Fun all the way, it was amazing how many strange tracks i missed, yet had to track back to "look what ive found dad".
Lots of places where little mice had been dancing, a pheasant & even prints from a giant moorhen that eats people ........ small artistic fingers getting colder all the while ......




The temperate was up a few degrees, but a very damp murky morning resulting in tiny beads of water of the spider webs



Frog pic while i tried to get the spiders handiwork in focus....



Plenty bird activity, with Heron, Grey & Pied Wag, Kingfisher, Fieldfare, Redpoll species ( perm any one of 3 !!! ), Water Rail feeding openly at the S'letch outlet, nice to hear a few tuning up too, but we couldnt add Dipper to the list today.


An odd bug caught our attention -

maybe its a young Ladybird ? -
J sat engrossed on the kitchen floor when we were back thumbing through a couple of books looking for " it".

Another view of the Kingflasher as we admired the "Golden Weeping Willowtree"



Away from the main path we saw were Mr Fox & Mr Deer had been, loads of rabbit activity - lots of saplings & branches stripped of bark & Stoat following them & hunting along the banksides.

After 3 hours we were at the end of the street & even then he was still keeping his eyes peeled...

"look what this is dad !"


thats an easy one son - its a Moorhens back foot thats came off with all the frost




1 comment:

s-evans said...

'Holy Prostitutes'

A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye....It reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
10 MILES

He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without second thought....

Soon he sees another sign which reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
5 MILES

Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and drives past a third sign saying:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
NEXT RIGHT

His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS

He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, 'What may we do for you ! my son? '

He answers, 'I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business....'

'Very well my son. Please follow me.' He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, 'Please knock on this door.'

He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door... This nun instructs, 'Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway.'

He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him.

The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:

GO IN PEACE.

YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.

SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SINNER