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).
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|