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I find it amazing to be able to see and photograph grey seals on the Yorkshire coast. Until recently, I assumed you only saw animals like that on David Attenborough nature programmes.
Although I try to be as discreet and considerate as possible, and keep a good distance away from the seals, I do worry about human disturbance, including by me. This colony has found an area of flat rock, exposed at low tide, which is ideal for hauling out and resting; it would be a great shame if the seals abandoned it because of us.
Low tide was about an hour after sunrise, on the day I took this photo - a good time to see the seals on the rocks and lit up by early morning sunshine.
Archived Yorkshire wildlife weekly photos.
The brown hare, or European hare, is a charismatic wild resident of Yorkshire. This non-native species has been in Britain since Roman times at least. Preferring arable land, or grassland with hedges, brown hares are most likely to be seen in the spring. That's the time of year when they may display 'boxing' behaviour.
Read about the brown hare.
There are colonies of grey seals on the Yorkshire coast. These charismatic animals are well-adapted for life in the Atlantic Ocean, but haul out onto rocky shores to rest, and to give birth and mate between late September and December.
Read about the grey seal.
The mistle thrush is one of the larger species in the thrush family. It is resident in Britain and Ireland, and therefore in Yorkshire. It favours open woodland, parks, and large gardens. Its call is a dry rattle.
Read about the mistle thrush.
The pied wagtail is a slender bird with a long black and white tail. It searches for insects on lawns and other areas of short grass, making jerky movements with its head as it walks.
Read about the pied wagtail.
Butterflies of Yorkshire.
Read about Yorkshire butterflies.
3rd July 2017
An otherwise delightful Sunday morning bike ride was blighted by the sight of too many fresh animal carcasses, the creatures killed by speeding cars. Could we change the law, or change our driving culture, and save our wildlife? Read about save our wildlife - don't drive so fast.
Although they are common, grey herons somehow look as though they don't belong to the 21st century. They could be visitors from pre-history. In a way, they are: Wikipedia tells me that herons first appeared in the fossil record in the Paleogene period (66 to 23 million years ago); and by 7 million years ago, birds closely resembling today's herons were fishing Earth's rivers.
This heron lives on the river Nidd near Knaresborough.
I know that there are places where herons co-exist with people in towns and cities, particularly in the Netherlands. Herons on the Nidd, though, are definitely not ready to knock around with human beings. They are wild, and fearful of people. When they see you, they usually push off.
In a book called The Lost Fens, Ian D Rotherham describes how the wetlands of Yorkshire, Lincolnshire, and Cambridgeshire were drained and lost between 1600 and 1900. As an aside, in a feature box, he gives a recipe for heron from a 1917 book. 'A heron if plain boiled for about eight hours becomes tender enough to afford a meal to a hungry person, and its flavour is only slightly fishy. It should be served with a thick white sauce flavoured with chopped parsley or fennel.'
This could be a clue as to why herons are mistrustful of humans.
One of my regular bike rides is on Yorkshire Water land at Timble Woods. The land seems to be well-managed for butterflies. If you're a butterfly and you like nettles - no problem; if you like brambles - there are plenty; if you feed on thistle flowers - there's a bountiful supply.
The sweet-spot for butterflies is Timble Ings, where there are wildlife ponds which were created in 2006, and which are buzzing with insect life. The air around the ponds is a-flutter with butterflies, and this summer, peacocks are doing especially well.
The deep red of a peacock butterfly makes a good subject for a photograph. Posterisation is the conversion of a continuous gradation of tone into several regions of fewer tones, with abrupt changes between the tones. I think it works quite well on this butterfly picture:
A flock of long-tailed tits was working its way through some trees and bushes at Studley Royal on Sunday 15th July. There were about enough of them for a football team, or perhaps even a rugby union side.
They are sweet-looking birds. As well as the long tail, the fluffy feathers on the head and the red rims around the eyes make them very distinctive.
I photographed this wren in the Oval Gardens on 22nd June.
It was singing on the branch of a tree. There were fledgling wrens on the ground, in leaf litter, just about ready to make their own way in the world, but still being fed by their parents.
This photo is from the second week in June. At that time, there were a few mistle thrushes on Harrogate Stray, near the old Brunswick station - probably this year's brood.
Incidentally, Brunswick station was named after the Brunswick Hotel (now Prince of Wales mansions). It was open to passengers from 1848 to 1862. Brunswick Tunnel was used as an air raid shelter during World War II. Harrogate was bombed only once, in September 1940, by accident.
Back to the mistle thrush, it's surprisingly large - 26-29cm, which is 6 or 7cm longer than a song thrush. It's call is described by the Collins Bird Guide as 'a dry wooden rattle', and that's about right. Still, even if the sound isn't musical, the bird looks good with its beak wide open as it's producing its characteristic noise.
I'm playing catch-up here, and I may have to re-name this feature the weekly-ish wildlife photo.
On an early evening walk at Studley in June, a blue tit was going mad - it was hopping up and down on the branch of an oak tree, making a racket. Often, blue tits are high up in the canopy, and difficult to photograph, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to get a snap of this one.
After a while, I ducked under the low branches which made a ring around the trunk. I immediately saw the target of the blue tit's tantrum: a tawny owl, unperturbed by the song bird's antics, resting on a convenient bit of tree trunk.
I've heard that rabbits are declining in Britain, but there are still plenty on Harrogate Stray at least.
Their base camp is the railway line, where they must have their burrows. They leave the trees and undergrowth by the track to graze on the open Stray, then when they're alarmed - by a dog, or a person, or a train coming past - they hare back (or rabbit back) to cover. If it was a false alarm, or the coast becomes clear again, they hop back out of the shadows.
There are plenty of young rabbits, born this year, too. These pictures are from 9th June 2018.
This is a house sparrow chirruping its heart out on a wall by Bilton Lane, Harrogate. I like the way the evening light catches its eye and shows the colours of its feathers to their best advantage.
Sparrows love Bilton Lane. The hedges there provide ideal cover for the little birds, and they dive in and out, competing with each other to make the most racket.
It's a filtered road, with no through traffic, where wildlife and people can thrive. It's England as it was before motor vehicles dominated everything else, an England for people, animals and birds, not cars. Some at North Yorkshire County Council want to turn Bilton Lane into a major road, carrying 1,000 vehicles per hour. It is impossible to do that without changing the character of Bilton Lane altogether - and ruining it. There's a community action group dedicated to fighting these plans and saving the Nidd Gorge.
This photo was taken on 22nd May 2018, at Snaizeholme, near Hawes, in the Yorkshire Dales. The Widdale Red Squirrel Reserve has a viewing area - a clearing in the woods where food is provided for the squirrels. They are easy to see and photograph there. The tufty-eared rodent in the picture was a short distance away from the viewing area, collecting moss from the forest floor.
This photo was taken on 19th May 2018. I sat quietly at the edge of a field at Studley Royal, and waited. The hare was eating, grooming, and generally taking a Saturday morning lollop. Luckily, it gradually came closer to me. When it was on the other side of the pile of logs, it took a peek in my direction.
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