No camera. In the old days this wouldn’t have been a big deal when I went birdwatching. However, digiscoping has become a big thing for me. I might not do it properly, i.e. with all the proper attachments but I can get results I like and it means I can populate my blog with the images of the subjects I’m subjecting you all to.
So I decided to paint instead. I haven’t picked up my brushes for a few months and as I had the day to myself, I thought about going a bit further afield and combine it with a reccie of a birding site I had only read about. Therfield Heath in Hertfordshire. The Icknield Way is an ancient track that runs south from Royston and was the path I chose to take. I can imagine in winter this is a harsh environment to be in. Apart from the irregular hedgerows, there is little cover or protection for the cold winds that must stab through here.
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View from the Icknield Way looking East. |
I found a place to stop with good views across swathes of fields and sketched a watercolour. It wasn’t long before a very dark female
Marsh Harrier swooped low across the borders of the fields causing much disgust and furore from the local crows. I spent a good hour working on the painting and in that time, I saw a covey of at least 14
Grey Partridges that made a terrific sight and sound; A
Common Buzzard flew right over my head and a
Kestrel came to rest close to me
, even a
Red Kite that mewed as it glided (sometimes backwards) across the sky seemed oblivious to my close proximity. The crows were not amused.
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Therfield Heath watercolour sketch. |
Further along the path a large flock of
Corn Buntings mixed with about 8
Yellowhammers noisily flew from tree to tree not really bothered by my presence. I could have had some good shots there I mused. Another
Red Kite or maybe the same one came overhead and a couple of
Kestrels hovered working a field for food.
I found another place with a view and did another painting. There is definitely something to be said for just sitting still and watching. I had another bigger covey of
Grey Partridges, this time much closer to me.
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Therfield Heath |
I will be coming back here come the winter. More raptors, winter thrushes and maybe a shrike or two would be worth the nut freezing weather.
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