Thursday 8 November 2018

It was one of those days when nothing much was happening. Even a Jay looked bored.

But a bit of excitement was provided by the Black Swan, who for no reason at all decided to beat up a Mute Swan. She rushed at him ...

... chased him ...

... and grabbed his tail ...

... and when the victim turned round and tried to flee, she still went after him.

Mute Swans like to lie in the middle of a narrow path so that you have to step round them. Sometimes when you pass they peck your legs.

A Shoveller drake preened his wing with his enormous bill.

A Mallard drake preened in a fountain in the Italian Garden. Not being able to reach his head, he rubs it against his back, and uses his foot, to keep his shining green feathers neat.

The Great Crested Grebes from the west end of the island saluted each other ceremoniously.

The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull was away hunting, leaving the remains of his last kill to be eaten by his offspring.

One of the pair of Grey Herons was in the old nest, while the other stood on top of a birch tree above it.

Two Carrion Crows investigated the stump of a recently felled tree.

A Magpie looked smart against a background of yellow leaves.

A Wood Pigeon ate berries in the holly tree by the bridge.

A Blue Tit looked out from the bushes below.

To a tiny Coal Tit, a leaf is as big as a carpet.

A bit of boxing practice warms you up on a windy autumn day.

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