Crow flight

The final Gus walk of the day was along the coast at Far Arnside towards Park Point. The sun was setting across Morecambe Bay behind cloud off the nose of Humphrey Head. A solitary crow flew across the bright part of the darkening sky. In the distance, unseen until the photo was downloaded, a small flight of birds, I don't know what they are. Somewhere out there in the Bay are vast numbers of waders and wildfowl. But from here this evening, there were just a few curlews, redshanks and oystercatchers; a heron that was quickly spooked as we moved along the path, and three little egrets that also flew off as we approached, perhaps heading for their evening roost.

A quiet day as befits Remembrance Sunday. A morning in the garden. Random observations there: we have a wren singing and feeding, but he is ever so elusive when the camera is in hand. I saw two tree sparrows in the hedge on the opposite side of the lane, it's good to know they are still about. Amazingly, there was a bumblebee buzzing around the ivy, though even that has finished flowering now. On the Knott, the birds are becoming more vocal, there were garrulous jays, piccing great spotted woodpeckers, the murmuring contact calls of redwings, the loud, repeated calls of nuthatches, and the mournful notes of bullfinches. It is still mild, but Autumn is in its latter stages now, most trees becoming skeletal, and drifts of beech leaves under the great, grey trunks.

Another weekend over.