Whilst Druids, hippies and other like-minded folk gathered in their hoards to witness the event at Stonehenge, I was alone, out on the flatlands enduring another blank! Only one Beaver occurrence and I was, almost certainly, done over as I registered an aborted take on the left hand rod. Strangely, however, the night wasn't about the fishing. A lingering patch of illuminated sky, which traversed the horizon from ENE to NNE, well after sunset, was the focus of my attentions. Camera on a tripod, and exposure times up to 5 secs, I recorded some images of the spectacle that I'd been privileged to have witnessed without the need to join the throng on Salisbury Plain!
I was out there too, mate. Broke my blank with a few perch- but even better, I saw another barn owl. No photos but it was in a different location to the bird I was seeing last winter/spring. I went back and still got no decent photos, but I think I've found where it's living and possibly nesting. On the second trip had a pound perch, but I've had nothing over 2 since way back last autumn at those sluices...ReplyDelete