A bite of food, and I was out there!
I walked around the park, past the river, past lots of families, lovers, shy teens holding hands, football kickers and the inevitable dog walkers. Overhead, motorised parachutes droned about like flying vuvuzelas. With it being evening, the woodland was dominated by the song of the blackbird. The River Devon was acting as a waterpark for millions of insects, and excited small fish ripped through the surface in their pursuit of them.
As I headed back into town, along old Millgate, I was really happy to see so many swifts in the sky, and indeed to identify a nest site I wasn't aware of before. They were hunting at medium level, but every so often one would streak down to head height before making a near vertical ascent up to the nest under the eaves of a Georgian house.
I have an idea that this is the best spring for swifts here in some years. Now that I've identified where their nests are, I'm hopeful I can get a sequence of shots of them arriving and entering. I would love to get one clear shot of a swift, for they are masters of the sky.
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 22.05.16
|Bronze River Devon|
|Garlic mustard meadow|
|The individual flowerhead|
|A cow parsley meadow|
|Sunset over the marina|
|Deep into sunset|