So I came out to survey the western most part of the reserve tonight. I haven’t heard any male corncrakes calling here this year. But I have to keep trying. With hope.
I’m at the end of my transect, just about to get back in the truck and what do I hear? . . .
No, not a corncrake. A spotted crake. He called just twice, and so by the time I’d grabbed my compass he’d gone quiet. Grrr.
So I’m waiting him out. Stood here leaning against the truck, darkness creeping slowly (too slowly), and a bunch of noisy cows behind me.
Munching, and chewing, and farting, and mooing, and trampling. They’re not at all ladylike.
One had clearly found an extra good bit of grass to munch on, and the moment another cow stepped backwards in to her way, she rammed her aggressively. The poor cow (ha!) She nearly fell in to the ditch. I wonder if cows bruise like us…
So, as well as the variety of cow noises, there’s a duck quacking non stop, hidden somewhere in front of me, and a dog barking incessantly somewhere in the distance!
And all I wish to hear is one wee spotted crake.
Whilst stood hear contemplating all the noises of the Nene Washes, a fox nearly stumbles right in to me. There he/she was pottering along a tractor lane, all the way in to … Aghh! A human! It screeched to a holt, about turned, and vanished.
And now a cow is having a noisy dump three metres from me!
Yes! The spotted crake called. Not for long, but long enough to get a compass bearing. And looking at the map of the reserve, I see he is in an RSPB field. Clever little crake.
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