A day at Pensthorpe, Norfolk. One of our partners in the Corncrake Reintroduction Project. A gorgeous sunny day at a stunning nature reserve.
I had a peek at 1 hour old Corncrake chicks. Black fuzzy dots with big feet. And all the other delightful cute and fluffy ducklings, goslings and merganslings that the team are hand rearing.
And then a mooch around. I was in feathered baby heaven.
A mother Shelduck kept a watchful eye on her babes as they invented new fun ways to forage in the water.
I saw my first Avocet chicks and noted that their legs weren’t blue yet like their parents. I watched how the Avocet feed, sweeping it’s upturned bill from side to side in the shallow scrape.
Two adult Oyster catchers had mini thems following their every move foraging in the water. The youngsters eagerly replicated every thing their parents did. This made me wonder if the young of this species have to be taught everything (like Cranes) rather than instinctively knowing.
A Little ringed plover seemed to be teasing an Avocet. It repeatedly ran up to the nesting Avocet, turned around and shook it’s tail feathers in some kind of display. Each time, the Avocet would chase it off. This wind-up game went on for a long while. Until the Avocet got bored of the chase, and the plover had to find a new form of mischief.
I saw a pair of Green sandpiper. Though I have to confess I didn’t ID them. Grey waders. Hmm.
And there was much much more.
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