I'm behind with my updates again. A quick summary might therefore be in order:
Sun, 06-May-2012: After a matinee screening at the Hebden Bridge Picture House, Jen and I bought a bag of chips and went to eat them by the packhorse bridge in the middle of town. I could not believe it: there was a dipper feeding in the shallows less than ten feet from where we were standing. It caught a small fish and spent about a minute battering it (no pun intended) against a rock before heading off with it upstream. Lends a whole new meaning to the phrase fish & chips. Needless to say, I did not have a camera to hand.
Wed, 16-May-2012: Went for a walk on the moor up to High Brown Knoll. Took a cracking photo of a robin in a garden at the side of Wainsgate Lane on my way up. Also saw a number of wheatears and curlew on the moor.
The First of March. A glorious, crisp, blue-sky day, so I abandoned my plans for the morning and headed up on to the moor.
I couldn't believe it: Nature had decided that Spring was on us already. I spotted my first March hare, male skylarks were singing their hearts out high in the sky, and I heard my first curlew calling across the moors.
I just spotted a hare in the back field as I was looking out of an upstairs window, so I fired off a couple of photos, and then went downstairs to try to get closer.
Sneaking out of the front patio door, I made my way round the side of the house and approached the hare from downwind, keeping hidden behind the neighbour's tree. The hare's bulging, 360° eyes spotted me straight away, of course, but it decided to lay low while I fired off a few more shots.
Then I retreated respectfully and left him (or her) to it.
Standing at my favourite spot in the garden next to the compost heap this evening, I spotted a hare lying in a form in the field behind our house. I have seen hares in the fields near the house before, but only occasionally. They tend to hang out further up the hill, on the edge of the moors and on the local golf course.
I sneaked back into the house to get my camera and managed to get this photo before the hare lived up to its name and hared away.
What always surprises me about hares is that they don't hop like rabbits; they quite definitely run. And damn fast as well!