Wishing all my subscribers and readers a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Thank you all for your continued support over the past year, I truly appreciate it. Plenty to look forward to next year – Project Turtle Dove is well under way – despite the awful weather the weeds have started to germinate!
My warmest Christmas wishes to you all!
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It’s 7.30AM and it’s snowing heavily. I’m questioning my reasoning behind stepping outside with my camera this morning, but with my new found determination to do more photography this year, I know I have to. I’ve been watching the Barn Owl’s on the fen and I know they’ll be out hunting at this time of…
The tinkling bell like trill, the punk rocker hairstyle and attitude to match, it can only mean one thing – the Scandinavians are here! The Bohemian Waxwing (Bombycilla garrulus) is native to Northern Europe and during the winter may migrate southwards if the berry crop – the Waxwing’s main winter food source, runs low. This year…
With the lovely long days at this time of year, I can spend a few hours out on the fen after work. The atmosphere in the evening is very different to sunrise, which is when I’m normally there. The reeds buzz and flicker with insects, damselflies and dragonflies, birds cruise through the warm sky and…
Time for the final part of my British Wildlife Centre series – Britain’s smallest rodent – the Harvest Mouse. This youngster was so tiny, and yet was completely unfazed by the group of photographers surrounding him. Really pleased with these images, quite possibly my favourites from the day. It was fascinating to watch these little…
A dull and dreary start to the day at the Fen, with a heavy blanket of low cloud and mist. Nothing doing with the Sedge and Reed warblers, they were keeping low down in the reedbed, but still singing. Spotted the Little Grebe on his regular pool, shame there’s nowhere to get a clear view…
Spring has finally sprung down on the Fen. As if someone has flicked a switch, the reedbed is full of birds singing. A Chiffchaff calls from the hedge, a tumble of notes come from an unseen Willow warbler, and the Reed buntings chirp out their simple song from the still frosty reeds. I suddenly hear…
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And to you, Rob & Jan
Hope you had a fab christmas. Love Simmy