Baron's Haugh R.S.P.B. Reserve
Spring 2007. Birds,Nature
As
I wandered down the wooded path from a rather vandalised and under-developed
car park I became increasingly excited as I descended into the
valley of the River Clyde. Baron’s Haugh is a RSB-protected
estate sited on the flood plain of one of Scotland’s greatest
rivers.
A
well-wrapped horse seemed totally disinterested in my scuffling
presence as I searched for the hides with my little load of camera
gear. Before long I found one, impressively set at the end of
an modest avenue of trees. It had recently been painted - to (as
I was told by some birders later) cover up the graffiti.
These
buildings sometimes hide truanting adolescents – evidenced
by discarded beer and wine containers.
I
set up my gear and I was soon snapping away merrily. A Canada
Goose caught my attention
A
Ruddy Duck was scooting about with its blue beak.
I got
a great picture of the South end of a Moorhen heading North!
This Moorhen
just doesn’t want to let me see its face!
What’s
this I see in the middle of the loch? Surely it isn’t –
yes it is! – a Cormorant.
Plenty
of Coots too
(– or is the plural Coot?)
I'm sorry,
but this chick is ugly! ( John P)
Having
satisfied myself that I had captured all I was going to from this
hide I set off round the loch to one of the other hides.
I could see that there was plenty of waterfowl activity there
and I was determined to get some of it into my Nikon Coolpix camera.
At
the next hide a pair of Great Crested Grebe with chick on the
mother's back (can you see it?) were swimming not far from the
hide.
I
was alerted by a familiar birdcall – surely it was a Heron.
It was coming from the Clyde. I rushed out of the hide with my
tripoded digiscope to be greeted with a regal sight –
a handsome Grey Heron standing at attention surveying it's realm.
On
return to the hide I looked more carefully at what I thought was
a pair of Mallards – No! The grey heads and orange beaks
lead meto
believe they are Gadwalls ( or is it Gadwall?)
I
decided that I now had a fair haul of pictures to take home to
my computer. So I set off round the path and up the brae to the
car park. As I was
about to get into the car a Chaffinch whistled to me from the
bough of a Ash tree.
And
bounding and walking on the grass below this was a Magpie. Its
bold craaaaking call seemed to say to me “what are you looking
– beat it!”
I was going anyway!