Tuesday March
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"Gone
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I don’t know what has
happened to our weather lately for it is still so very cold and dull.
Went to Doffcocker Lodge and was dismayed to see that workmen were working
in the most productive part of the reserve and would clearly have scared
away any birds that were there. The great crested grebe pair and the
adult Mute swans with two of their cygnets were present with the occasional
grebe but that was all. No fear then onward to the other end of the
reserve as you never know what might be around.
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Doffcocker Lodge is situated
on the edge of the moors in Bolton but is surrounded by a housing estate.
During the spring and autumn it can produce some interesting birds on
migration. Amongst the resident ducks, geese and swans there is a real
melting pot of genetics in residence. The white domestic geese breed
with the Canada geese and create some interesting hybrids. There are
also several domestic ducks that interbreed with the mallards. The goose
in the photo below is a canada X domestic white goose.
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Walking to the far end of the
lake and all is quiet until my attention is drawn by two cormorants
fishing nearby. Cormorants are one of my favourite birds and so I decide
to sit and watch them for a while. As predicted they dived and rose
quite close to where I was sitting giving me some lovely views of them.
Both are quite pale birds, juveniles I think, and they are curious of
my presence. I watch them fish and they were very successful, regularly
surfacing with small fish.
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My aim was to try
and photograph them with fish in beak but this proved very difficult
indeed. First predicting where they would surface was almost impossible
as they can swim huge distances under water and secondly when they did
appear the fish was usually swallowed before I could find and focus
on them. It was very frustrating though I managed it once and I guess
that is all it takes.
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Whilst sat watching the cormorants
it started to snow. It is now supposed to be spring but everything still
looks so dead. Even the daffodils don’t look too excited at the
prospect of rearing their golden heads and I cant say I blame them.
The Common terns which breed here should be returning soon but it is
still too early for them. Pleased at having watched the cormorants and
with the sound of greenfinches singing in my ears I went home.
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