There has been a radical drop in bird song this week. There is literally no dawn chorus outside our bedroom window. Even the Great Tit has given up, instead concentrating on endless foraging for the growing youngsters in the nestbox outside our kitchen window. That said, down at Ferry Meadows CP, the two Nightingales are still belting out their songs.
The best action of the day came from Gunwade Lake, though. Firstly, I watched a Kingfisher whizzing diagonally across the lake with a fish in its bill. It was amazing seeing it transform from sapphire, via electric blue to dazzling emerald green. The power of refraction of light and ‘structural colours’.
Secondly, I saw a Sand Martin catch a white, fluffy feather mid-air, then it dropped it and swooped down to catch it again, twice(!), before heading off to line its nest.
Thirdly, I saw something I have only seen very rarely: a pair of Swifts mating in mid-air, over the lake. Quite and amazing achievement, if you ask me!
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