It is easy to miss these ladies and gents. Pheasants, especially the females, are tailor-made for blending into the Heather.
Thursday, 30 September 2010
At this time of year, the mists rise and can take hours to clear. One of the most magical sights on the Purbeck is that of Corfe Castle slowly regaining its dominance over the Isle. Not a bad way to start the day.
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
The Roe deer are all looking a bit rough at the moment. They are losing there beautiful summer coats and will soon be a bit duller and a bit warmer.
The Woodpecker popped up just the deer walked past.
The light starts to go way too early at this time of year.I don't get as much chance to just sit and watch. This is the view from the hills behind my house, somewhere I spend a lot of time and somewhere I miss when I can't get there.
Monday, 27 September 2010
Thursday, 23 September 2010
We are on our annual pilgrimage to the Abbfest beer festival in Devon. Now, the weather isn't great but that won't stop us having fun. This was the view from the tent this afternoon. The beer festival is roughly at the end of the rainbow....
Sunday, 19 September 2010
This was the reason why the Waverley kept to calmer waters. There was a yacht race along the coast today and quite a few of the boats found it difficult rounding the head at Durlston. Spinnakers were collapsing and twisting giving the sailors a bit of a hard time. Didn't see any capsize, although some came quite close.
A welcome visitor to The Purbeck is the paddle steamer Waverley, the last operational Clyde built steamer. Great to see here and although the rough seas put paid to its voyage along the Dorset coast it still managed a cruise around the bays towards the Isle of Wight.
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Friday, 17 September 2010
Plenty of Commas about at the moment, plenty of berries too. The Sloes have been picked ready for the Gin and the blackberries gathered, ready for the crumble. I just love this time of year, there is always something to eat while you are taking pictures.
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
With the evenings drawing in there is less time to get out and about. So when I see something on the way to work that I can wave my camera at, it is difficult to drive by. Not much legwork involved in this one then, but a few stolen minutes spent with a Sika stag is never a bad thing.
Monday, 13 September 2010
One of the most striking and memorable parts of yesterdays wander was the incredible amount of Swallows and Martins that hugged the cliff tops in a constant stream. Over 3000 birds an hour were counted by the rangers at Durlston. I lost count of the number of shots I took, but all were blurred. Luckily, this little chap (a young Stonechat I think, but feel free to correct that) was quite a bit slower.
Sunday, 12 September 2010
One of the finest walks I have had for a long time after a reasonably early start (for a Sunday anyway). The weather was perfect and there was plenty to see on land, at sea and in the skies. Coffee and a bacon sandwich at the end just about rounded things off.
After a bit of an absence, maybe due to the meadows being cut, I finally found who I was looking for. In the peak of condition, he is ready to take over from the Old Man, who's time is numbered I'm afraid. This has been a good year for the Roe Deer, fingers crossed that it continues.
Saturday, 11 September 2010
As Folk Weekend tumbles and lollops along, certain questions need answering. These include:
1. How long does it take to get face-paint out of your ears?
2. Why do you spend so much effort dressing up and dancing and then forget to smile?
3. What happens to the rest of the Pheasant?
These have been mulled over for many a minute accompanied by several pints of the aforementioned real ale but without suitable explanations.
Folk Weekend that is! Two days of bells, sticks, face-paint and funny hats. There are several benefits that these travelling frog-hoppers bring to the town. Apart from the crowds and colours, my local has no less than twelve real ales behind the bar! On Monday morning I shall probably look a little like this chap.....
September is usually about the time when the Sika stags start getting a little frisky. They are fully tooled up and spend a fair amount of time showing off. Now is the time for the Rut. Lots of scraping the ground with your hooves and a constant whack and creak from interlocking antlers.
This was taken in the depths of the wood, so the light wasn't great, but it gives an idea of the power of these young males.
Thursday, 9 September 2010
With all the grass cutting that is going at the moment, the local Roe Deer are proving difficult to find. It has been a good year for them though, with several sets of twins and well as the single youngsters.
Without the deer, evening walks are still far from boring.
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
I always find that the journey to work is improved if you have the right company. For just a little while, this morning, these two made it a real pleasure. I post quite a few Sika shots, but I never get tired of seeing them or taking there picture. (a chain saw would have been handy, to get rid of the tree, but I'm not sure they would have hung around quite as long if I'd had one).
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
Quite a common sight above Studland Bay on the Isle of Purbeck is the circling of a Hercules packed with Royal Marines and there kit. This time, a boat popped out of the back and made the decent to the sea.
After the boat is kicked out, the rest of the cargo follows. The parachutes barely have enough time to inflate before the Marines hit the waves. Great to watch, this goes on in just about any weather, day or night.
Monday, 6 September 2010
Friday, 3 September 2010
I don't usually do hides, I'm afraid I haven't got the patience. I prefer to spend hours getting closer to wildlife in there environment than sitting in a shed. But, there are times when I can be converted. Recently, after a tip-off, I have been inhabiting 'Kingfisher Towers' and it has given results. You don't need a hide to see Sika, but when things were quiet, this one was welcome company.
Thursday, 2 September 2010
As the Sun went down on another beautiful blue sky day the only sounds were the rustling of dying Sunflowers and the haunting whistle of Sika settling for the night. It is easy to spend too much time in a place like this, leaving only when I have to and not when I want to.
More time spent as the Sun sets, this time on the sea shore by the Wellington Tower. The Marines were preparing to jump from a circling Hercules high above the town and the Lifeboat crews were making the worsening seas look a little safer.
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