A FROG HE DID A WOOING GO

My little pond is full of amorous frogs,and masses of spawn,so my breeding programme is working well,if you want some spawn come and get it.

LOVE ON A LILY PAD

WHERE DID SHE GO?

While watching the amphibious antics a sparrowhawk cruised over the garden and judging by the reddish breast it is an adult male.

Sunday morning went to Langdon cliffs again,it was sunny but bitterly cold in the brisk northerly wind.I was greeted by the song of the corn bunting and skylark as I emerged from the car,and it was soon evident that the first tentative chaffinch movement was underway with several groups of male birds bouncing along the clifftop,calling as they went.A pair of stonechats were seen,but no sign of raven activity today.I counted a small raft of 88 kittiwakes on the sea but the highlight of the morning was when first one then three then four buzzards came in off the sea.The first one was so pale with white rump that it was mistaken for a rough legged buzzard but a quick check of Collins against the photos confirmed a juvenile pale phase common,so digital photography comes to my aid once more.

COMMON BUZZARD (VERY PALE)
This was at the lighthouse,and after meeting up with Pete Wells walked back to the car via Wanstone,flushing a woodcock and a pair of grey partridge on the way,
Spent the rest of the day watching cricket football and rugby on tv juggling the remote can be very trying when watching three channels simultaneously.