So my current project (Master’s) is collecting foraging footage of European Oystercatchers (Haematopus ostralegus*); I’m using my Canon DSLR mounted to a spotting scope.
I’m then sticking the footage onto my computer to view it on a larger scale and going through the clip with my number counter/clicker - it’s ancient and belonged to my grandma from her traffic warden days - at the moment it’s rather time consuming because I’m stop-starting a lot but, it does give for accurate measurements along with a timescale.
The data I’m actually collecting:
- Steps between foraging spots.
- Pecks whilst walking between foraging spots.
- Number of pecks at the foraging spot
- Vigilance whilst foraging
- bird age
- tide height
- flock size
- distance to closest neighbour (not currently recordable)
- prey (if identifiable)
*tumblr mobile pls incorporate bold/italics options
Phalarope A female phalarope near the Bloody Dick Creek Road. They seem to be a bit early this year. Nikon D7100, Manual Mode, Tamron 150-600mm VC, F/6.3, ISO-500, ET 1/1250, Focal Length 600mm, Handheld Vibration Control on
Travels in Birdland (France) 7(i)
The La Capelière visitor centre in the Camargue.
The Camargue’s famous wild White horses at the La Capeliere visitor centre.
A Great White Egret amongst the white horses. (below)
A few Cattle Egrets with the horses. (below)
This Willow Warbler was the first bird we saw as we entered the La Capeliere tour.
A Great White Egret in the marsh on the far side of the lake. (below)
A Black Winged Stilt in the lake by the hide.
A Greenshank was also in the lake near the hide.
Snails on a wooden post along the tour at La Capeliere.
After a long walk through the estate at La Capeliere we came to a hide with a view over some marshes and a lake, and that was where we saw the Great White Egret, the other waders and the White Horses. (above) Until then we’d not seen much, although we did hear what we think was a boar disturbed in the undergrowth nearby.
In the hide itself was a swallows’ nest with young. At first the adult swallow would come into the hide and fly around and leave again, trying to scare us away, I suppose. After doing the same thing a few times it then decided to go to the nest and after a minute or two the baby appeared peering over the rim.
The La Capeliere visitor centre was a good introduction to the Camargue, considering it wasn’t exactly the high season for waders and birds in general, that being in the spring and autumn. But there would be a lot more to see in the coming days.
Low tide at (Rough Island) Island Hill, Strangford Lough, Northern Ireland. With about an hour to go before sunset, and the forecast for patchy cloud and rain, convinced myself to take the 25 minute drive to Island Hill. Glad I did! The causeway to the island is exposed for several hours at low tide, and light rain added to the lush colour of the scene. ‘Between the tides, a range of habitats appear from differing grades of mud and sand to boulders and salt marsh. The area is rich in worms, shellfish and other small animals that are a vast food source attracting migratory birds and waders, with some species found in internationally important numbers during the winter. Eelgrass is abundant and is the principle food source of Brent geese, many thousands of which migrate to the Lough during September and October.’
Among the wader specimens , we found this box of taxidermy wader chicks. The three specimens are each of a different species form the genus Tringa. NH.Z.599 is a Redshank (Tringa totanus), NH.Z.600 is a Green Sandpiper (Tringa ochropus) and NH.Z.603 is a Common Greenshank (Tringa nebularia).
Oh man, I'd kill to read a gravity falls daemons au.
OOOHH MY GOD THANK YOU. Currently my list is this:
Dipper: (he settles when he stands his ground against the alien drone) a sacred ibis, the symbol of Thoth, Egyptian God of wisdom and writing.
Mabel(settles after they escape from the bubble, floating to the ground in a cloud of confetti): purple heron, herons symbolize grace and beauty, even though they’re dorky wader-birds that eat frogs like candy
Stan: California Condor. I’ve always characterized Stan as a survivor, somebody who knows how and when to go to ground to stay alive. So I thought a scavenger, an animal that came straight to the brink of extinction and survived, would be a good choice. Also, please imagine this giant fuckoff vulture staring out over the gift shop, giving everybody the Evil Eye. I bet nobody shoplifts.
(They’re also separated, like witches, though they’d rather keep that a secret - right up until they get desperate, say, when being arrested by the FBI Magesterium agents.)
Soos: tapir. Please look these up. They look like the mutant baby of a pig and an elephant, and they are the cuddliest cutest little shits alive.
Wendy: a fluffy coyote that sleeps in the sunlight patches in the gift shop. (Dipper’s Amalthia keeps landing on his ears as a sparrow and he continues to wearily shake her off every time.)
Pacifica: a white ermine, or stoat. Unlike a real animal, he keeps his white coat year-round instead of shedding it in favor of brown in the spring. Ermines are associated with wealth, but only because their fur is highly priced, worn traditionally by Catholic monarchs.
Preston Northwest: a Spanish Fly beetle. These beetles secrete a caustic substance from their joints as a defense mechanism. This substance- cantharidin- was rumored to be an aphrodisiac for a long time, but is actually toxic, and can be fatal to humans.
a Madagascan cuckoo. Cuckoos push other birds’ eggs out of their nests to replace them with cuckoo eggs.
Grenda: a capybara, the largest known rodent. She settles after the Northwests’ bash.
Candy: unsettled for that whole summer, but eventually lands as an East Asian dollarbird.
Marius: a sugar glider
Gideon: unsettled, but she has a tendency to prefer different snakes, or large cats.
Bud Gleeful: Common opossum. She naps in car engines.
Mrs. Gleeful: House shrew. Shrews are tiny insectivores that are incredibly low on their local food chains; they’re incredibly nervous animals. He mostly hides in her pockets.
Robbie Valentino: a tiny, fluffy pomeranian. He puts a studded leather collar on her to try to make her look badass. If you point out that she looks ridiculous, you get about the same reaction as pointing out that fingerless gloves are hilariously uncool.
Tambry: a Himalayan longhaired cat
Thompson: a chocolate labrador
Lee: Newfoundland dog
Manly Dan: an American Akita, brown and black. Very fluffy, but a fierce guard dog.
Tyler: English Whippet. It’s a hunting dog, a sight hound, but very spindly and weird-looking.
Melody: a green tree frog
Sheriff Blubs: Brown Thrasher
Deputy Durland: a skinny, wild-eyed cougar
Agent Powers: a ridge-nosed rattlesnake
Agent Trigger: an American Sparrowhawk
McGucket: a prickly stick insect
Toby Determined: a Semipalmated Sandpiper
Lazy Suzan: Budgett’s frog (have you seen these? They look hilarious.)
Quentin Trembley: an African land snail. She tends to suction-cup herself onto his face.
Gabe Benson: a pygmy owl
Mermando: a dolphin. Mermaids always settle as fish/water-dwellers.
The Manotaurs all have dog daemons, most of them feral-looking mutts.
The gnomes all carry around chips of bark and tell people they’re daemons. No one is fooled.
Bill Cipher has no daemon. He knows what they are, probably better than humans do, but he’s much more interested in the funny noises these meat-sacks make when their tiny animals get hurt.
And around the town, but especially the Mystery Shack, a Eurasian Griffin Vulture slowly circles. Everyone assumes she belongs to the witch-clans that make their home in the mountains. Stan’s condor (Hyacinth) flies out of open windows, some nights, to sit with a daemon so far away from her human she can barely remember how to speak.