May has been a funny old month weather-wise. Rain and cloud and wind, with the odd bit of sunshine thrown in to tantalise us. And this is down south, where it’s supposed to be warmer and pleasanter! Out onto the Downs its usually blustery. Wildlife carries on doing its thing however.
Mamma rooks feed their huge fledged chicks.
Starling fledglings line up on telegraph wires and gates, awaiting morsels from their parents.
Fluffy sparrow chicks in my garden flap their downy wings at their parents.
Peregrine parents stand guard over their towers or cathedral spires .
Fledglings are emerging everywhere, giving away their age with random downy bits amongst theirs sparkly new feathers.
Carpets of wildflowers smother fallow plots.
Wheat has started to look like wheat. Adolescent wheat?
Leverets begin to explore their world.
Stone-curlew chicks run backwards and forwards between their agitated anxious parents.
Whist other Stone-curlew adults continue to creep about and impersonate rocks.
Lapwings come in a multitude of sizes. From fuzzy freshly hatched, to well-dressed adolescents. And theres more to come, with females still incubating eggs. They have to keep churning them out. So few make it to adulthood. Lapwing chicks seem to be every predator’s favourite fast food snack down here in Wessex. At least they’re don’t come wrapped in throw away plastic packaging!
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