Grey Heron & Co

Little Institute Beach continues to surprise and amaze.

When the tide goes out all sorts of birds appear to fish and feed in the seaweedy rockpools.

This Saturday there were half a dozen oystercatchers, several cormorants, a little egret (may have been two) a pair of sea-faring swans gliding across the bay, and quite unexpectedly, a grey heron turned up.

A rather stationary grey heron. In half an hours filming it hardly moved. As dusk fell it squatted down into a small scrunchy ball, seemingly asleep.

Yesterday we went back just as a seal had popped its doggy head up above the waves; lasted all of 5 secs (not included in this vid)

What will we see there next I wonder?

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
Institute Beach Heron Officer: Hazel Brown


Almost nearly (not quite)

This Sunday afternoon at Newton Abbot quay

I took over 200 pictures. But none of them were quite what I was looking for

Or catching quite what I was seeing

These 2 sleeping swans are almost it

Newton Abbot Swans Nov 2017

And this greylag goose giving its feathers a good going over is nearly it

Newton Abbot Quay Goose Nov 2017

But not really.

I’m going to have to go back.

Hope they’re still there.

Stokesy is the man

A robin has taken over Haze’s back garden in the last couple of weeks.

By ‘taken over’ I mean he shoots and scoots about like he owns the garden (and the shed) (and the wisteria) (and the bird table).

The garden has become his manor, his gaffe, his very own possession.

The robin is compulsively obsessed, as if ‘possessed’.

He is. Possessed by his own reflection. In the corner window. Which he mistakenly sees as a rival robin.

So he attacks the window ferociously, fixatedly. So as to get rid of this phony rival.

Why is he called ‘Stokesy’? The colour red is a clue. And the hostile aggressive attitude is another clue.

Not unlike a certain flame-haired English cricketer who’s been involved in a bit of aggravation recently.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet