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Woolly Mommeths

Woolliness 1 April 2019

A walk to Hembury Woods yesterday morning didn’t fetch up any feathers to film. So in the absence of good bird I resorted to default option B: photoing sheep.

A ton of wool on offer. You could make a couple of cardigans out of that ewes back and still have enough left over for a scarf and 6 pairs of socks.

The springtime lambs were bouncy with tea cosy cuddliness too.

Woolliness 2 April 2019

This lamb clocked me and gave me what looks like a little sheepish smile.

Woolliness 5 April 2019

Another lamb gave me a bit more of a sniffy look.

Woolliness 4 April 2019

In the meantime the wollly mommeths (their munching mothers) chomped relentlessly on.

Woolliness 7 April 2019

Chomp chomp chomp. Hardly picking their heads up to look around let alone be bothered by somebody as silly as me.

If they keep chomping at the rate they’re going these curly wooleths will be looking like this by Easter.

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(underneath all that tonnage of wool is an Australian chap called Chris. Got himself into the news a few years ago for breaking the world record as the biggest, woolliest, heaviest, sheep ever sheared. Read about it here)

Words & Pics: Ian Nisbet

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A Three Cormorant Triangle

Three Cormorants March 2019

Walking away from Totnes along the Dart river I saw this.

Three cormorants in repose on a fallen branch.

Equidistant from one another as if forming the 3 points of a triangle.

The cormorant sat on the waviest bit of branch was balding.

Three Cormorants 6 March 2019

Possibly molting. Or perhaps a cormorant crone, the old witch of the threesome.

The one sat at the apex of the triangle barely moved.

Three Cormorants 2 March 2019

Possibly overstuffed with fish if that engorged gullet is anything to go by.

Cormorants don’t seem to be confined to the coast. I’ve seen them at Stover Park, on the river Lemon in Newton Abbot, and quite frequently shooting up and down the river Dart.

Words & Photos: Ian Nisbet

There was this tortoise crossing the road ….

Walking down Parkfield Rd towards Torquay coach station yesterday I nearly stepped on this.

Tortoise 2 March 2019

It was actually much nearer the kerb than pictured there (I’d moved it back a bit)

It had been about to cross the road.
Not a good idea.

I re-picked it up to ascertain if it was still alive.
It was.

Tortoise March 2019

As you can see very much still alive.

Where had it come from? Had it just woken up from its long winter hibernation? Was it an escapee? And was it really going to cross that road?

No it wasn’t. Because I wasn’t going to let it. The sweet little fella would have been crunched under the wheels of a car and totally splattered.
I carried it off to a small copse at the back of the street. Placed it down carefully in some scrubby vegetation. Blew it a kiss. Quietly waved it goodbye.

Hopefully its happily still up there munching through the greenery. Content to have been rescued from the concrete jungle below.

The Wild Swan

Crossing the long wooden footbridge over the river Clyst you see this

Wild Swan 3 27 Feb 2019

A Wild Swan

(you try to ignore that stupidly misplaced plastic bottle)

At one time this big bird of a boat was somebodys ideal home in an iydllic location.

Wild Swan 2 27 Feb 2019

They’d sit out there on the deck watching the trains rattle by, listening to the burbling of the curlews and godwits, while sipping some sparkling bubbly refreshment.

Wild Swan 4 27 Feb 2019

But whoever these somebodys were they’ve long gone now.

Left their Wild Swan behind.

Wild Swan 5 27 Feb 2019

Abandoned it to the river and the tides.

Some extra bits from Avon Dam Walk

I didn’t see a lot of bird yesterday, but kept eyes open for whatever else might be around the next nook or cranny.

And there’s always something on offer, something you least expect to see.

Such as these diddy little brown bundles; peering at me through the gauze of their hairy fringes.

Highland Cow 3 New Years Day 2019

Turns out they were a small herd of Scottish Highland cattle relocated, for some no doubt very viable commercial reason, to the bubbly hills of Devon.

Like toy cows, but apparently hardy little buggers.

Perhaps these scruffy fringes help protect their eyes from all those pesky Scottish midges.

Highland Cow 2 New Years Day 2019

A mile from Habourneford you have to go through this dense Tree Tunnel

Tree Tunnel New Years Day 2019

I’ve often felt slightly spooked whenever I’ve walked through it.
And there always seem to be crows or other portentous black birds flapping furtively about deep inside, as if warning you off.

On the way back from the Dam I could have ended up in
South Bent

Fuckfastleigh New Years Day 2019

Or Fuckfastleigh.
I chose neither.

Despite aching feet, I contentedly tromped my 7 mile walk back

Especially as, when looking across the horizon, I saw this

Sunset over Brent Hill New Years Day 2019

The sun setting over Brent Hill.

Don’t know that I’d do this long walk to Avon Dam again in a hurry.
But just for yesterday, it was exactly what I needed.

Lambs giving me an earful

Whenever I look at sheep I see something daft going on.

Big eared lambs Dec 2018

With this lot (of long lambs) – its the ears.

Big eared lambs 3 Dec 2018

Sticky up and overly enlarged ears, looking purposely megaphonic.

Wide awake ears, immediately too alert to the merest disturbance, the slightest danger.

Big eared lambs 2 Dec 2018

And yet there is no danger. Just me quietly, unobtrusively, watching them.

Don’t worry you daft apeths – I won’t shoot you with my camera!.

Pics & Words: Ian Nisbet