Monday, September 4, 2023

August 2023: Quick Roundup

 August 2023

 

Changeable days, below-average temperatures and a wind-down to autumn.

A wet month with some sunlight and humidity. 

Moulting birds hide away; there's no singing but for the woodpigeons and collared doves cooing. Juvenile Herring gulls keen, a sound of school summer holidays. Grasshoppers and crickets are busy in long grasses by day; by dusk moths and bats flutter and swoop. Most mornings, a moth head or wing is found.


Autumn's in the long shadows and cool air of mornings. Swallows and House martins are seen at the start of the month, my last Swift the 8th. Long-tailed Tits call along with Blue and Great, not only a sound of woodland, but an indicator that the tit flocks have reconvened after the breeding season.


Blickling lake





The flickering wingtips of a Swift seen on the 8th, my last for this summer.

 


River Yare



Gatekeeper (also known as hedge brown) butterfly on Hemp-agrimony



Life amongst the thistles



River Yare


 
Guelder rose berries. Pretty, but mildly toxic if eaten raw.



Berry and flower on one stem. Holly, garden.

 

The Wood pigeon pair finally succeed in raising an offspring after two nest moves and many fallen eggs from the Wisteria.

 

Pigeon juvenile aka "Pidglet" in Wisteria nest, garden.



Wasp on Fennel, garden.


The roses put out their second blooms, welcome fragrance and colour. A yellow rose and a Congo cockatoo houseplant are bought in honour of my sorely-missed cockatiel Maxi who died on the 4th.


"Maxi's rose", garden.


Cricket on rosebud, garden.




 
"Pidglet" fledged from Wisteria nest, garden.




Cornflower seedhead


Bright silver gleams from the gravel; a cornflower seedhead, looking very much like a lost piece of jewellery, an ancient sunburst.

The flowers new and spent make a for a celestial display.


Cornflowers
 

 

  Robins start singing again, short and sweet phrases that are very welcome to hear. 

By the end of the month, pheasants crow and tawny owls call. One night, two males call, then after some silence a female calls, then silence once more. In the middle of one night, a female calls very startlingly loud from the back garden.

 

 


 

 

 

 
Blackberry thief, Sparrow juvenile

 

 

 
Starling juvenile
 


 The season of plenty begins. Blackberries, haws, hops and damsons are in abundance.

 


 
Hops
 

 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 

Cormorants

 

 

 
River Bure

 


 
Salhouse broad

 

 

 
Wherry on the broad

 

 

 

 
Blickling lake

 


Moon in jaws of cloud. Saturn bright above.





Intensely bright to the naked eye, the full moon rises for the second time this month, a "blue moon". With cold air and calling tawny owls, autumn feels very close at hand.



My sounds of August 

Woodpigeons

Collared Doves

Blue and great tits cheeping

Grasshoppers and crickets.


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