Friday, August 14, 2009
You may, dear reader, think that I have done little on the patch this week other than look at dodgy gulls. You may be right.
But there hasn't been much else around to be honest. Which is the normal scenario for spending time analysing dodgy gulls. The swifts have departed, Terns are gone, the resident ducks are in eclipse and the wintering ducks have yet to arrive. I haven't seen a Grey Wagtail for weeks. It is a seasonal patch limbo for sure. But it could end soon.
Scilly has an Audouin's gull (a properly dodgy gull if it were here), so it is no stretch of the imagination to have it cropping up here, really. If you were to ask around these parts it would be very popular in most London boroughs. We would probably chip in for an open top bus to drive it around too.
I might go and see if those mentalist coots are nesting again at lunchtime, but then again I might get to the river and go 'hmmmm guuullls'.
Greylag Geese doing bombing downriver.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A quiet bird weekend a chez Thing, so here is an update on the breeding Anseriformes on the Thames.
A pair with 3 young.
Another pair...
...who present 4 young
Goslings eating a wall.
Greylag! With young!
Chris Packham is 48.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
It seems that most London birders seem to be able to just look into the sky to pick up raptors at the moment, Kites, Buzzards, Ospreys and not long before some Honey Buzzards are popping through I guess (ie
http://cloaca65.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-blue.html).
Of course, large raptors have never ever been seen in
Fulham.
Ever.
So I have had to suffice with Geese. There are other birds around (including Coots - worry not dear reader - my inbox is inundated with no requests for an update, but an update on the mentalists you will get!) but the geese are the only ones that hang around long enough to take a shite picture of. So here goes - shite pics ahoy!
Greylag, with the obligatory traffic cone in the river.
Canada. They fly up the river, they fly down the river.
Egyptian, this one was doing a spot of preening after falling out with it's missus.
And er, that's it.
Have a picture of some Brent Geese that I didn't take in Fulham.
