A nuthatch in the woods
Getting ready for takeoff
I could have sworn i had scheduled these for last Monday, but they did not appear. There isn’t even a draft, which is something WordPress saves about every 30 seconds. the only explanation i have is that yes, actually dreamed it.
Yet the pics already have tags and alt text, so I’m going to blame it on WordPress eating the post.
We have many wonderful reader contributions which I’ll post the next week (no, I haven’t forgotten those). For now it’s the rest of the birds that I met walking through a Winter Wonderland.
On the first day I walked past a shrubbery that is always full of birds, but as we were approaching they all flew away, but all in a certain direction. Some landed in that shrubbery and then took off as well. we soon spotted the reason for this:
It’s a common buzzard, but they are not frequent in this particular area as it offers little space for soaring.
Walking further we then saw our usual small friends.
I cannot quite decide between sparrow and lady chaffinch with the back and tail being hidden.
Crows are always slightly out of focus, I’m afraid.
But you can always count on the tits.
Today’s image is from Lofty, and I think it creates a nice counterpoint to my winter weather.
I love both the design of the “paper boat” and the birds sitting on it like they need a boat.
Also shout out to the blurry bird in the background, I hope you caught whatever you were hunting.
These are from David who notes:
If it’s a murder of Crows
It’s a Parliament of Owls,
then surely it must be …
A brothel of shags?
To me a s a German, English collective nouns are both a delight and a bane. I mean, a pride of lions and a murmuration of starlings?
In German it’s quite easy: If it flies or swims, it’s a swarm (Schwarm), with the exception of marine mammals (they have Schule, schools like in English). Carnivores that hunt together are a Rudel, a pack like wolves. Grazers? Herde (herd). Trees? Forest, unless you’re my husband who once famously couldn’t remember “forest” and kept talking about a “pack of trees”.
In German, a wren or kinglet is known as a “Zaunkönig”, the king of the hedges, and this is how he got his name.
One day, the birds decided to crown a king. They wanted the strongest bird to be their king so he could protect them, and they decided to hold a competition. They would all fly towards the sun, and the bird who could fly the highest would be their king. They all flew as high as they could. First, the small birds needed to return to earth. Then the geese and swans. the falcon flew very high, but finally he had to give up. The eagle flew higher and higher until the sun burned his light plumage to a dark brown. Finally, he was at the end of his tether and turned around. But the small king of hedges, who was still called by a different name back then, had hidden himself between the feathers of the mighty eagle. He had waited for just that moment, and when the eagle turned around, he came out, flew a bit higher and sang his triumphant song, declaring himself king.
The eagle was very angry at the cheating little bird and swore to kill him. The little king of hedges flew into the thick hedges to hide from the eagle, who was named king by the other birds. He keeps hiding there to this very day, but he still sings his song about beating the eagle in a flying competition.
I’ve been taking up daily walks whenever possible. Because fresh air is good and the outdoors is free and also I have taken up Pokémon Go again. This even means that sometimes the kids will come with me, but most of the time I am alone and take the camera with me.
I usually take the wrong lens.
This time I had the wide angle and the small tele (55-250 mm) and kept changing.