Painted lady, Little Woolden Moss |
I wandered down Cutnook Lane from Irlam. The hedgerows were pretty quiet but there were a couple of dozen swallows hawking low over the turf fields. A family of long-tailed tits flitted about the hedges by the fishery, joined by a flock of house sparrows and a chiffchaff.
There have been reports of spotted flycatchers in the trees at the junction with Twelve Yards Road so I spent a while checking them out with no success bar a couple of chiffchaffs, a wren and a robin. A buzzard soared overhead, harassed by a couple of carrion crows.
Twelve Yards Road was very quiet birdwise, nearly everything except woodpigeons was keeping its head down out of the wind. A few dragonflies — a couple of brown hawkers, some black darters and a single common hawker — patrolled the field margins. About halfway down to Four Ends another flock of swallows flew overhead.
About this point I met an elephant hawk moth caterpillar. I made sure it crossed the road safely before moving on
Elephant hawk moth caterpillar |
The Eastern end of Woolden Moss was quiet, too, with just a few willow warblers calling in the trees and a pair of pied wagtails chasing each other on the pools. There were a lot of black darters with a few Southern hawkers and a couple of common darters. I was busy being bitten by horseflies while I was checking out the dragonflies.
I carried on down the path. A moorhen with a couple of youngsters were fussing about on the pool by the site of the old hide.
A work team was doing some work with a digger a bit further along. I passed them and carried on towards the boundary path on the Western side.
Juvenile ruff (above) and juvenile wood sandpiper, Little Woolden Moss |
I was watching the juvenile wood sandpiper I'd just found when a juvenile ruff joined us. In this unexpected context it took me ages to realise what it was. Ten yards to the right there were also a couple of juvenile little ringed plovers. Quite a difference to the tally on the Eastern side!
Juvenile ruff, Little Woolden Moss |
Juvenile wood sandpiper, Little Woolden Moss |
Pied wagtail, Cadishead Moss |
The fields were full of pied wagtails and linnets, moving up like a cloud when a tractor drove by.
I took a wrong turning and headed off towards New Moss Lane. Beyond the houses I stopped and had a look round one of the fallow fields, a field like that full of docks and rough grass must surely hold a stonechat or two, or perhaps even a passing whinchat. No such luck. Instead, a juvenile Merlin launched itself out of a tree and floated across the field before flying quickly over someone's back garden.
I carried on down New Moss Lane and past New Moss Wood and into Cadishead for the bus home.
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