I tried to photograph the local birds on Eastfield Park, but sadly the council seemed it fit to place a massive fair on the park. It normally sits on Lings park/Lings woods but they're building a new temple on it so...."put it on Eastfield". I'm not bothered about the fair, good people, as a kid Ben the Plumber, myself and others as kids used to help Mr.Evans (fair ground owner) for cash in the hand, but a combination of camera and loads of drunk teens it was sensible not to have the camera with me..tempting fate etc. I was justified to worry as there has been four stabbings already!!! My main reason was the Starlings down there, a couple of times as I finished work there's been a size able flock feeding in the grass playing field of the schools opposite the college, they can't feed in the college grounds as their fields have been replaced with a massive concrete carpark so the students can park their cars...thought students were skint!!!! Plenty seem to have nice shiny cars....back to the point, the starlings (three flocks) are under a constant attack from the sparrowhawk that I've blogged about, doing fine with three juveniles by the way.The flock has developed a technique when under attack from the sprawk by flying into the reedbed for cover, this gave me a chance of getting a proper record shot, to enable a count of starlings. the dodgy image below
Yesterday evening to make up for my 3 days awol from the missus coming up (British GP) we went for a meal and pint down the Billing Mill, "How sweet Doug, and no birding, bonus points love" came the response from the other half....well not quite, we had our meal, it was sunny outside so I enquired whether we should sit outside on the beer tables, it was agreed and I grabbed my camera from the boot of the car that I snuck in whilst she was doing her "hair"... "I knew you couldn't go a day with photographing birds" came to somewhat grumpy response to that, no bonus points for me then, huh, huh....It was only a tern as well...Common Tern
This got a few "ah, sweet" from the missus as the tern popped onto the post, a spot of preening.