Up at 6am, as usual.
There’s a cold wind this morning. I have on four layers plus my winter fleece lined coat.
Lots of bird life instantly. We stay in the reserve all day. From sunrise until sunset. There is always something lovely to watch throughout the day, busy bees amongst the fabulous wildflowers, ants carrying petals, warblers warbling.
Towards sunset, when all the insects and lizards have gone to bed, and the passerines become less visible in the shadows of shrubs, suddenly there is a new show to watch. As the midges rise up, the midge hunters arrive in their hundreds. Alpine swifts with their long elegant wings, gliding through the air. And house martins, dashing about amongst the swifts with their shorter stubby wings.
To me, the martins appear to break suddenly, swerve, and maybe even reverse.. Amazing energy and acrobats go into the capture of each wee midge. As these two species are gliding and dashing about the sky, the lowering sun reflects off their white bellies. They look like diamonds in the sky.
Plus: Lots of large whites, and a huge yellow butterfly. Oh and fox poo on a shrub.. Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange