Eventually however, the rain eased somewhat, although the wind never did. I set off through the cemetery, looking for anything worthy of spotting to snap. We have maximum bluebell at the moment, so that was an easy one, as was the carpet of ramsons. But I was looking for something else, because you know my dear readers, I don't want to bore you or have you going "Oh, it's that lame bloody runner with his flowers again!"
Luckily I spotted a kestrel hovering over the scrubby margins at the edge of Elm Avenue cricket ground. It was masterful at using the strong wind to maintain a totally motionless hover as it searched the ground for rodents and maybe frogs. It let me get close too, maybe twenty metres or so, engrossed by whatever was beneath its laser sharp eyes. However, a second kestrel then appeared, and seemed to distract it. I wonder if they were a pair.
However, it didn't fly away for long, as it settled back on a concrete fencepost and again let me get close, this time maybe as near as fifteen metres or less. I could see its grey head and drooping moustache watching me, well, watching me like a hark until it could tolerate me no more, and made its way off into a stand of trees.
After that, I kept going for 7.5 kilometres, through the deep green and yellow fields behind grange road, where starlings kept erupting from the bright sun oilseed rape flowers. But flutterers and buzzers were non existent, and have been all day.
What I did see though were off road bikers again. Despite the fact that the landowner has put up more concrete blocks to stop them getting in.
|Think this may be stitchwort now|
|Horse chestnut flower. About a foot long!|
|Conker flower close up|
|Kestrel on the hover|
|Kestrel on the fence|
|I follow footprints|
|It's all yellow between here and Hawton|
|More anti moto measures|
|Mum's Bramley is in blossom now|
|And her Choicia is out. If that is how you spell it. Insects love it.|