First Drive in 2024

 Monday January 15

It was planned as a short drive, to see how Pam's new regenerated hip would work. The weather made sure of that, actually curtailing our plans. Ever the optimist, my inner response to forecast snow was ' it will be alright'. It started soon after 9 a.m., the snow that is, one or two flakes fast becoming a flurry, then a small blizzard. Oh no.

Then; it stopped. With one eye on the covering of low grey cloud, with a dim yellow orb over Stalham, we drove towards the last reported sighting of wild swans. Using Birdguides' reference to Google maps, we were soon parked at the side of the Stalham - Hickling road, looking at over 30 mainly Whooper with a few Bewick Swans. They were in an extensive field puddle. What were they finding to eat? They've been here at least three days.

When I got home and looked at my photos, I found that I'd completely missed photographing the small group of Bewick's. By this time, the sun was out, viewing the birds was dazzling against the light. 

 




 

Pam had turned the car round so that I could photograph, we had to do so again in order to continue. As we approached Horsey, we stopped to allow an oncoming vehicle to pass. The driver lowered his window in order to inform us that the road was blocked by a lorry pulling a car out of the ditch, the roads were really bad towards Yarmouth, advising us to turn round and go ''the other way''. The snow had certainly settled more from Sea Palling onwards but the road was still OK - maybe it was better to be safe than... We turned round at Horsey Corner, Winterton Beach and Ludham could wait another day. 

A beet field holding more than a thousand Pink-footed Geese was on my side of the road now. Dark necks and torsos appearing as ghostly shapes above the cropped greenery. Again, backlit. I love listening to their low chatter, in constant communication within the flock. 

 


A cement lorry thundered by, causing a small percentage of the flock to fly away, in a rush of wings and a strengthening of the chatter.

Pam made a hasty stop, having spotted movement in a field. Two foxes chasing each other, hell for leather, ( what exactly does that saying mean and where did it come from!) acoss the back of the field. The resulting hasty shots is only a record of the occasion.

Three Grey Herons in a ditch, four Red-legged Partridges and a small group of (Snow) Farmyard Geese were the last on the small list.



 

Although it was a couple of hours past high tide, the ebbing sea at Walcott was mesmerising.

 


Really great to be out birding again, even better that Pam's op was so successful. Here's to the next outing, weather permitting.

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