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 me to 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!