A riverbank stroll at Bolton Abbey beckoned before heading up to the moors to further my knowledge of the short eared owls which hunt up there. A sleeveless fleece was sufficient extra clothing for the Wharfeside wander, a pleasant enough day but there is no real warmth in the sunlight just yet.
My normal kingfisher watching point has proved fruitless recently, some shrub clearance work has taken place there and may have disturbed them, I think some legwork may be needed to find a new location.
A pair of nuthatches flew from near me to a tree about 40 yards away, one of them stayed in visibility for a while.
A small stream enters the river a short distance away, there isn't really a path by it but I often wander up there just to see these lovely small falls, with afternoon sun through the trees and a slow shutter speed it looks as there are sparklers in the water.
A lifetime of walking on the moors has given me an instinct for the amount of clothing needed to keep warm, nowadays spending more time motionless and watching it bears dividends to err on the comfortable side. So suitably insulated I set off to my owl watching perch, these superb birds will spot you and avoid you if you are less than almost invisible! Clad now in camouflage and dark clothing I have a spot under a dark gritstone wall where I should be reasonably masked. A half hour of darkening skies later I had seen nothing, regular sweeps with the binoculars revealed the expected grouse and sheep, then checking again on an irregular coloured stone its head swivelled!!! Having suffered the indignity of stalking an owl shaped stone in the Lake District I could only chuckle at the reverse in fortunes. A long way away and only shot as it obviously saw me and flew away.
Ah well at least I learnt a bit more, and all bird shaped things should be checked...just in case:-))