Now I have seen these amazing birds only once before in the seven years we have been here. That time it was the fastest briefest flash of electric blue as it whizzed across the lake, but this morning he was in full view, gliding off the fence and sweeping up into a tree before gliding out and down again towards the lake.
I was in seventh heaven I can tell you. A Kingfisher's blue is unlike anything else in nature, and I had such a great vantage point I saw body, face, wings, beak and all.
And as if that wasn't enough, ten minutes later he was back in the garden and I was at the window at exactly the right time to witness him fly across the patio and back out to the lake once more.
What a treat. It is very nearly as exciting as when I saw the Hummingbird Hawk Moth earlier this summer (do you remember? It resulted in me chair dancing and singing all the way to collect L from school. Denise was bemused as to why a moth should stir up so much excitement whereas mothy friends were not).
And as if that wasn't enough, an hour or two later I was seated at the kitchen table working on the computer with the back door open, and who should hop up the step and into the room but Mistress Wren (and that's not an archaic name we have for our neighbours in case you were wondering, it really was a jenny wren).
I heard Teddy stir in his basket and suggested she might want to hop back out onto the patio, at which point she took off and flew into the window. But wrens (like Robins) are intelligent little people and I knew if I just sat still and quiet she would sort herself out, work out where the door was and get out, which is exactly what she did. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE wrens, for me they are my Granny's birds and always remind me of her.
So, nature has been extremely kind to me today and I am feeling rather blessed.
Onto the mothy people....
The trap was out on Thursday night. Despite the 12 degree temps we didn't get all that many moths- 20 or so individuals and only one new species, the aptly named (and slightly early if truth be told) November moth, which follows on nicely from my Autumnal moth of a few days before.
There were a couple I was surprised to see in the box because they've been absent for a couple of months and I'd assumed they'd had their day. Most notable of these was a Bordered Beauty (another aptly named moth), sightings of which are rare in Hampshire at this time of year. This (only slightly) made up for the continuing absence of a moth I am desperate to get, and one which has already visited the Oxfordshire garden of my excellent mothing and blogging chum Martin. This is, of course, the Merveille du Jour, a truly stunning-looking moth (for a piccy see this post of Martin's).
All summer long moths have been appearing in Martin's garden and duly coming down here a few days later, so I live in hope of an MDJ turning up in the next week or two.
In the mean time here are a selection of Thursday night's mothy people for you to enjoy...
|Green Brindled Crescent|
|Pink Barred Sallow (love these little moths)|
|And I know I've shown you the Red Green Carpet before, but it's such a stunning moth with those amazing green streaks I couldn't leave it off|