Tuesday, 28 May 2019

Magical


It was like stepping back forty years. The well vegetated lanes that cross Romney Marsh, close to  Kenardington, were alive with birds. Not just any old birds, but special birds. Six, maybe eight Turtle Doves, singing, displaying, performing beautifully, perching on the branches of dead trees out in the open or half-hidden in the tops of those in leaf. There were also Cuckoos, and Yellowhammers, and a single Nightingale, vying for attention amongst the purring Doves. They were all concentrated along 100m of prime marsh real estate, a reminder that if the habitat is right, the birds will come. And they had. Magical.

2 comments:

Derek Faulkner said...

Looks similar to part of the Swale NNR but unfortunately, although the farmland around the reserve is perfect for the doves, they still don't arrive.

Steve Gale said...

There must be an underlying reason why Derek.