MY BIRDWATCHING HIGHLIGHTS FOR MAY 2004
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And a few final words for May..... As predicted, this month was very dull in terms of numbers of birds though the variety was good. It has been so dry that migrants have just had to keep going. To have only seen one glossy ibis shows how poor conditions were. Where we would expect to see hundreds of red footed falcons we
saw only a handful. The outstanding highlight was the great grey shrike that perched in the walnut tree and let us study it at length. A real treat and totally unexpected! I was thrilled that the bearded vulture on the peninsula is surviving and with good luck next year or the year after will become adult and able to breed. With only one successfully breeding pair left on the island every chick is a precious commodity and each that survives the five or six years to maturity is cause for hope that the future for this magnificent species is a hopeful one. Now to Toffee, our normally dim-witted and docile feline friend who has featured on these pages before (see archives). On this particular night I was relaxing with a good book before retiring when suddenly something shot past and smacked into the window beside my chair with a loud crash. This sort of thing happens here but not usually on the inside! What happened was that Toffee somehow managed to fall over a juvenile scops owl out in the garden, grabbed it and then not knowing what to do brought it into the house where he delightedly opened his mouth to tell my right hand man what a clever boy he was. At this the owl fled through the house to frighten the life out of me when it smacked into the window with Toffee, now in full pursuit, plus another cat woken up by the commotion. A hectic chase ensued with the decidedly disgruntled owl wanting to escape but with two frantic cats determined to catch it again and yours truly caught up in the middle. The droplets of blood across the lounge floor indicated serious injury until I realised it was my blood, whether from tooth or talon I never found out - but the owl was rescued and found to be uninjured - so was quickly released with nothing more than its dignity ruffled. So keen was I to effect the rescue and release that only afterwards did I realise it did not cross my mind to ring the owl. I must be getting old… For now, good watching. Paul Smith. |