|Red-legged Partridge chicks|
The camera came out and I snapped off 3 shots, picked up my gear and legged it down the track for 25 metres. The parent then commenced clucking and snorting so I assume all went well. This does throw a cat among the pigeons (again) as I have been reporting a Grey Partridge recently, in fact, I saw one fly 15 minutes prior to this from the middle of the field. Or did I?
On leaving the hill I was re-acquainted with a thrusting bullock I've had jolly japes with before. This fellow likes nothing better than to run up and come to a grinding halt just an arms length away. It then commences to try and lick all the skin off your hand but will tolerate a boisterous pat or two on its cheek. Problem is, it's got bigger and stronger and won't take no for an answer; I had such a comical time giving it the slip, I nearly bought my own beer. Another couple of months hence I must remember to wear my brown trousers.
The start to the session had been at Brookhouse up through the GC; it was lousy, just a few Meadow Pipit and Woodpigeon. Ogden Res too was quiet, however a juvenile GC Grebe turned up to replace the adult from yesterday. I searched every gathering of gulls I could find throughout the entire session; no passing strangers. Raggalds Mud was empty.