TQ71 Z (Powdermill Reservoir SW)

When I visited this site last month, I was impressed with the frequency of Robins along the lanes and assumed that they were already on territory, but I seem to have been mistaken, for this morning there were few.
It could have been something to do with the wind, roaring through the treetops and sending storms of leaves tumbling through the sky, accompanied on occasions by items of domestic refuse, liberated from toppled bins. The wind was throwing down random handfuls of raindrops, crimson poplar catkins and the odd rotten branch which would burst into sawdust as it hit the tarmac.
This may also have explained The Silence of the Nuthatches, so loud before but now perhaps clinging on by their toenails. Chaffinches, Great and Blue Tits were however much in evidence while a flock of c50 Jackdaws had wisely crowded into the shelter of a cattle shed. Read the rest of this entry »