Bank holiday (what's one of those?) Monday was a return to good weather after rain on Saturday and a cool, blustery Sunday. With no real agenda from the guests we went in search of revelations from the wilderness. It was all out there to be counted and with some future adults on board it was essential to hit the right level and pace the day - it's easy to do that with wildlife innit? I'd already been quizzed on the black and white bird, the possible cardboard cut out/statue and the bird sitting on the post. We'd picked up the likes of Grey Heron, Cormorant, Shag, Greylag Goose and Herring Gull before we picked up an Otter. We watched him in silence as he looked at us before returning to the essential practice of survival. We covered all aspects of the Otters life as he drifted, unconcerned, away from us. It's sometimes a surprise what captures peoples interest on a day so when we approached the WT Eagle site it didn't surprise me that there was a great deal of interest in the silage baling that was going on. I talked about the eagles and scanned the ridges as the baling was scrutinised in detail. My surprise came when I tried to move on but we needed to see one more bale get wrapped first! We moved on in hope of picking up one of the three absent birds. A few Red deer and a stunning view later we were looking at a cloud of raven taking to the sky but not looking too concerned. They were heading in the same direction as us and as we approached someone coming in the opposite direction a cry went up for a large bird approaching. An adult WT Eagle was just above us as we exited the motor.
...a herd of at least 20 stags was seen at lunchtime but not much else after a brief glimpse of a large bird disappearing behind the ridge. An adder was well photographed at the last minute but not by me...A consultation with the five wise pigs gave up a Golden Eagle sitting on a telegraph pole. I suggested closer views but the pigs almost got the better vote. As we headed towards the Goldie it took flight! An impressive sight but we wanted to be closer and luckily it landed again. We got as close as we dared and then wanted it to take flight. Did it do our bidding - hell no, well, it did when we couldn't see it! A good sighting of a Sparrowhawk was had while we willed the Goldie to fly but this was surpassed by a Buzzard feeding at the side of the track and posing beautifully.
A flock of birds exploded from the trees just beyond the Buzzard and we watched in amazement as a Sparrowhawk attempted to catch a Chaffinch. We caught up with the Mountain Hare with ease and settled in for a cuppa while watching Skylarks, Linnets and the odd Pied Wagtail.