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Grebe joins dippers in the Highlands | Grebe joins dippers in the Highlands |
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Walking along the eastern shore of Loch Ruthven I was full of anticipation approaching the wildlife hide. The loch, surrounded by snow-capped hills, was flat calm. A few faint croaks broke the silence. I stopped to listen and only then noticed a male toad at the side of the path, shuffling along as only toads do, heading for the loch and the distant call. | Walking along the eastern shore of Loch Ruthven I was full of anticipation approaching the wildlife hide. The loch, surrounded by snow-capped hills, was flat calm. A few faint croaks broke the silence. I stopped to listen and only then noticed a male toad at the side of the path, shuffling along as only toads do, heading for the loch and the distant call. |
Then another male, this one more fortunate as it was hitching a ride on a female, forelegs grasping her tightly; the pair would mate when they reached the water. I walked on into the birch and rowan woodland, soothed by the babbling waters of a burn and the rippling warble of a male dipper’s song. Dippers are very early breeding birds. I guessed that he would already have a female sitting on eggs further up the burn. | Then another male, this one more fortunate as it was hitching a ride on a female, forelegs grasping her tightly; the pair would mate when they reached the water. I walked on into the birch and rowan woodland, soothed by the babbling waters of a burn and the rippling warble of a male dipper’s song. Dippers are very early breeding birds. I guessed that he would already have a female sitting on eggs further up the burn. |
At the hide, I eased open the door, hoping I would have it to myself, happy to find it was indeed empty. I was after Slavonian grebes – this loch holds about half of the 30 pairs that breed in the UK, mainly in this part of the Highlands. | At the hide, I eased open the door, hoping I would have it to myself, happy to find it was indeed empty. I was after Slavonian grebes – this loch holds about half of the 30 pairs that breed in the UK, mainly in this part of the Highlands. |
However, the signs were not good, as the sedge beds, their favourite nesting sites, were not even showing above the water. The only birds to be seen were a pair of goldeneye ducks, the male in vigorous display with much jerking back of its head. But then I saw a single bird in flight, circling the loch, and I knew from its size and the trailing legs that it was a Slavonian grebe. | However, the signs were not good, as the sedge beds, their favourite nesting sites, were not even showing above the water. The only birds to be seen were a pair of goldeneye ducks, the male in vigorous display with much jerking back of its head. But then I saw a single bird in flight, circling the loch, and I knew from its size and the trailing legs that it was a Slavonian grebe. |
There was a splash as the bird, an adult male, landed close to the hide and in front of me. What colours – bright yellow tufts on the top of his head, contrasting black cheek feathers. It was so close I was in awe. Perhaps this was the first one back from the wintering quarters at sea. | There was a splash as the bird, an adult male, landed close to the hide and in front of me. What colours – bright yellow tufts on the top of his head, contrasting black cheek feathers. It was so close I was in awe. Perhaps this was the first one back from the wintering quarters at sea. |
It reminded me of Ted Hughes’ poem Swifts: “They’ve made it again, Which means the globe’s still working.” | It reminded me of Ted Hughes’ poem Swifts: “They’ve made it again, Which means the globe’s still working.” |
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