I’m seated comfortably on the southern bank of the Nene Washes again, leaning against a wooden post, all layered up to fight this bitter freezing wind.. Six layers to be precise.
I’m watching a different reedy area today. The plan is, once we’ve located as many harrier nests as we can, then we shall place cameras near/on/pointed at them. And then we shall see what they are eating. Right now, there’s an abundance of baby bunnies. So cute, and dinky, and adorable, and vulnerable. And so utterly defenceless.
There are a lot of swifts here today. They have such long slender wings. They nest in towns and villages, human habitations. I presume so that they can live close together as a colony. One lonesome barn in the country would not do at all. They will travel miles to feed though. The fens are perfect. All this water. All the insects. Yum yum.
On such a cold and windy day it makes one wonder how many insects are up there to catch. Not many surely. So why bother? Surely they are wasting energy.
Other than for breeding, swifts spend their whole lives on the wing. I guess that they are so incredibly aerodynamic that they use little or no energy when airborne. Evolution is amazing.
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