I'm pleased to say it didn't ruin any nice Kingfisher images as, although John and I had good views of this species at Far Pastures I was quite happy just observing initially and then the bird I saw was a little way distant with reeds stopping a perfect view for photography. It did spoil some potentially nice images of Goldcrest or Willow Tits in the bushes around the car park though.
We had planned to take a walk along the River Derwent but the wind was quite vicious at times and decided to head to Shibdon Hide after lunch. We drove up to the "Red Kite bus stop" to consume our bait and had cracking views of the Kites battling against the challenging conditions. We spent thirty minutes or so trying to capture images but the wind was almost lifting us off our feet as we nipped out from the bus shelter intermittently. IT WAS WILD.
At Shibdon the long staying Ruff finally decided to make an appearance hanging out with his pals, the Redshank. I have to admit the highlight of the visit was bumping to George Simpson. This septuagenarian has the vim and vigour of a twenty year old and is never short of a tale to tell. He keeps an eye on things at Shibdon and deserves a big pat on the back.
|Brief visit to Gossy feeding station. THAT TREE !|
|My best ever encounter with a Jay at Gossy.|