PIPIT POST

Before we moved here twelve years ago, we worked at the Hulton Picture Library, swallowed by what has now become a huge company: Getty Images. We held the entire collection of Picture Post, including the work of their most famous staff photographer, Bert Hardy. The mere mention of something close to that fabulous publication of the 1930's to 1950's, makes me nostalgic for the best job I ever had. Anyway....I have so many pictures of these fabulous little Meadow Pipits that I thought I'd put them all together for once. They are so important for the cuckoo population here; I saw our juvenile fluttering about today with its Meadow Pipit 'parents' trying, and failing, to keep up with it. They must be exhausted. These unbelievably numerous birds are apparently on the amber list in the UK which amazes me. Interestingly, Pat at The Weaver of Grass (http://weaverofgrass.blogspot.co.uk/ ) says they never see them up in Yorkshire. 

They are ground nesters, usually in a clump or here, often inside a gorse bush. the nest is built of moss, grasses and usually lined with animal hairs - lots of that here, especially as those ponies start to slip their coats, just in time for nest building in April, May or June. The female incubates a clutch of four or five eggs alone for up to 14 days. 

Both parents feed the chicks for up to 13 days when they will fledge. Now, is it just me, or is this one carrying the corpse of a chick, perhaps of another species, to feed to its young? The second picture is clearer......

To the left of the green caterpillar, you can see a tiny leg and claw:

Generally, their diet consists of flies, beetles, moths, caterpillars, worms and spiders, with seeds later in the year, obviously with a side order of cannibalism. Have any of you ever seen anything like this before?

There is certainly a lot of feeding going on at the moment with at least two broods a year. It's difficult to get a picture of them without something hanging out of their beaks.

This youngster was clinging to a rock and let me get quite close:

Still - Pipits have nothing on the Stonechats with up to four broods of course. Here are some juveniles at various stages of development but all taken within a couple of days of each other:

Almost full grown......

The Wheatear is a close relative of the Stonechat but will only have one or possibly two broods. They winter in Africa whilst the Stonechat is resident, so I suppose they have less time to fit in the breeding. 

In the garden, the juvenile Tits are gaining in confidence. This Great Tit is almost looking adult, just lacking its wide stripe. 

And this one a bit further along the way to adulthood. 

This fluff monster of a Blue Tit is a regular visitor and has no fear........

...............seeing off this Chaffinch:

At least some of its adult feathers are coming through now:

The Chaffinch waiting its turn:

A m}magpie in waiting too. There are SO many Magpies around here at the moment. If the rhyme were to be believed there would be many, many secrets never to be told. 

My Dragonfly pond is still almost exclusively full of Keeled Skimmers, here sitting on a cow pat nearby:

But there are now some Large Red Damselflies:

I've been writing this post for days now, never actually finishing before something comes up and I have to run off. This weekend just gone, Chagford played host to Chagstock, one of the festivals of the season. We can see it in the distance from here: 

I'm happier here, away from the crowds thank you:

So are the dogs:

One of the main reasons for being so behind with blogging is Chagford Pool which, with the stiflingly hot weather, is a magnet for OB and his friends. Here's a little picture I found on the internet. We can see Kestor Rocks in the distance from the benches but not in this photo:

The problem is, all the time we're there, I'm idle. Not unpleasantly so because I sit and chat to friends in a way that I rarely do otherwise, but I'm getting nothing done. Not a strong enough mobile signal to support the internet, so no joy there. I feel out of touch with the blogging world so am doubly grateful for your comments. Thank you. Tomorrow is supposed to be very hot indeed and OB is desperate to go and swim after school. Another wasted afternoon.............oh well. In a few years he'll be able to go without me so I should appreciate this while I can I guess. So until next time, here are those dogs fighting over a stick. Have a lovely week in the sun if you're in this country. The summer holidays start on Friday here so I think we can guarantee rain. 

CUCKOO AND A PAPER WASP DISASTER

Look who I saw this afternoon as I came home with the dogs, drenched from a torrential shower whilst wearing what I thought was a waterproof smock thing. It was like wearing tissue paper and I had to get back....glad I did or I wouldn't have seen Young Cuckoo here.

 

Last Thursday, we noticed a football sized paper wasps' nest in OB's play house, or 'den' as he'd rather it was called these days. It was right next to the gate into the garden so potentially really dangerous; we have a friend with an epipen. We had to make the difficult decision to call someone to deal with it. He turned up at 8.00am on Friday morning, stuck something long and nozzley into the nest and ran for it. £30.00 for the privilege. This is what was left on the ceiling after it fell off:

And this is what fell to the floor. Very sad but fascinating to see its structure and the beauty of the paper they make with wood pulp and saliva.

My 50th birthday rose is flowering; it smells divine:

 Woundwort, which I like to cultivate in the garden:

Geranium Splish Splash:

Astrantia Major now in full flower and falling over:

Red Astrantia of some kind....

Sword Thistle:

Heath Spotted Orchid:

Keeled Skimmer female; I was falling off a tussock in the marsh as I took this so it could be better. They're much more difficult to see or capture than the blue males:

Four Spotted Chaser Dragonfly:

Wandering Glider Dragonfly I think - great name:

A new foal, the colour of biscuit, so that's its name. Female I think. 

Tertia scratching her tummy on gorse. This ritual went on for a while:

Diamond:

 Very late lamb born out on the moor:

Calf with mother's nose. I nearly cropped the nose off but thought better of it.

The juvenile Blackbird from the last post:

Stonechat with quarry:

Singing having eaten it:

The Pipit of the post:

We go the Great Ormond Street on Thursday so are travelling up and staying with an old college friend of mine in the Barbican. The dogs are staying with friends on their farm. A long drive but worth it I hope. I'll report once we get back so, until that next time, here are the dogs in show poses, like they'd ever win anything.