Monday, 8 February 2016

The Oak By The Rife Patch Blog is moving home...

The Oak By The Rife blog is moving home...
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Sunday, 31 January 2016

Going Bump In The Night

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Before Christmas I was fortunate enough to be able to acquire a remote trail camera. (For those who haven't come across these, its similar basically to a security camera, the sort of thing they use on BBC Springwatch; a battery operated, motion activated camera with an infrared capability.) I had tested it in my garden, but then the winter weather closed in and I didn't dare leave my precious equipment out in the rain, and so it has been a couple of months since an opportunity has arisen to use it. 


Last night however, the forecast was perfect - a dry fine night after rain. I knew that the night-time activities of the local wildlife included visits to my home area by both badgers and foxes, as I had heard them fighting and calling on recent evenings, so I had high hopes! 


I strapped my camera, set up to capture video clips if triggered between 6pm & 6am, to the base of an ornamental cherry tree near to my house, in the vicinity of some well worn animal tracks and previous badger sightings. A small handful of peanuts from my stock of bird-food, scattered far and wide on the grass in front, would hopefully encourage more than a passing glimpse of any nocturnal wildlife that passed that way. 


Early this morning I dashed down to retrieve the camera and find out if it had captured any recordings - the anticipation was unbearable! 


I was thrilled to find, upon popping the memory card into my laptop, a whole collection of clips - the full story of the night's wildlife. 


The two main characters were fox and badger. Never appearing in the same shot, these two creatures nonetheless seemed to be well aware of the other's presence,  giving each other a wide berth and plenty of space as they clearly wished to avoid conflict. The first to arrive was a fox, at about half-past-eight. The fox is clearly wary, and rightly so; there are probably still people about and possibly dogs too at this time of night. If you watch this clip carefully, you can see that even when it sneaks out of the view to the left into the cover of the vegetation behind the fence, it doesn't go far and actually turns around to peer back out and watch for danger - look for the eye-shine! 


This fox looks to be in good condition with a thick brush (tail), and no cuts or chinks in the ears or other signs of injury. 





I wonder what caught the fox's attention here, something from above - an owl perhaps? 




It wasn't much later, at about nine-o'clock when the first badger appeared. This animal foraged for the peanuts too, but mostly closer to the camera than the fox, partly out of sight. However this gave a good view of how scruffy this particular individual was; its large and rotund body looked much as though it had been pushing through a hedge backwards, leaving its fur stood on end! Once it had decided it had had enough peanuts it moved off, back the way it had come, stopping for a scratch and a shake on the way. 



 


The fox returned repeatedly during the night, and I have been studying the footage in and attempt to ascertain if it is the same individual or not. I am fairly certain however that there were three individual badgers. The scruffy one, a large solidly built badger which scent marked as it passed through so could be the dominant boar, and third with a light patch in its fur and which appears to me to be noticeably 'fat'. Could it be possible that this third individual could be an expectant sow? As usual with nature, the more you find out the more questions it creates!


Scent-marking badger





Badger 003

  
More fox action, the last of the night at around four in the morning. Could this be a different animal to the first? Its behaviour is very cautious and 'investigative' and I noticed very dark and distinctive 'tear' markings on the face. A final badger passed through at nearly five o'clock, (possibly a fourth individual) but didn't stop for long, aware I expect that the human world may soon be waking up. 




I hope to put the camera out again soon and look forward to revealing more detail of these nocturnal animals' nightly activities. Will I be able to distinguish individuals? Perhaps the badgers will bring cubs past later in the summer? Watch this space!


Saturday, 30 January 2016

Sunshine and Rain

To say that the Thursday of this past week was the brightest sunshine-filled day we have seen for most of this winter, would possibly not be an exaggeration in the slightest. I spent the morning at work, but upon returning home at lunch time, my only thought was to get out on the patch for a walk to make the most of every drop of that rare sunlight. Predictably, I hadn't made it very far along the road when a blustery wind got up and blew in a number of later-afternoon clouds to obscure the sun and hint cryptically at potential rainfall sometime in the near future. (Am I the only one, or do you find that this always happens to you too? Nature is tricksy!) None-the-less I persevered with my walk and found more than enough to distract me from the horizon clouds and the wind finding its way into the back of my neck under my scarf. 

It seems as though I was not the only one coaxed out by the sun. Spring growth in the hedgerow understory has kicked off early with the mild damp weather; primroses have been flowering since last year, bright golden stars of celandine appear on the banks, wild arum arrowhead-leaves unfurl and even the green leaf spikes of bluebell are shooting from the wet soil. 
By the bus stop is a swathe of pale slender mauve flowers from the early spring crocus.





I had decided to head out from home, along the main road and take a right turn into Pitsham Lane, to take me along the farm track completing a round circuit, and approaching the farm from the opposite direction to 'normal' for a refreshing change. 

Passing under the old railway bridge and crossing the rife, I noticed a very freshly used badger latrine in the winter-dead bracken at the top of the stream bank. I suspect the badgers have their set dug into the embankment somewhere along the disused railway line, deeper in to the woodland, but I'd love to discover more and know them better. 
I scanned the long paddock for the three roe deer I had seen there on my previous visit but no sign of them today. The 'manor house' was busy, probably the last shoot-lunch of the game season, so I suspect the deer had sought quieter browsing elsewhere. 
House sparrows chirped and gossiped as always in the hedge opposite the house, sedentary and sociable, their feathers fluffed against the wind. 

The fields were quiet at first glance, the water level is high and standing puddles caught the light. Cattle did their best to look doleful and piteous in the vain hope I might turn into a tractor bringing them an extra feed. Above their heads, flocks of starlings used the three stands of telegraph wires as though to mark out musical notation. 
A kestrel swooping up to perch on one of the telegraph poles was my first raptor of the day. 
Passing the brickworks a large bird in the distant sky caught my eye and a brief view revealed a red kite. Long wings rode the air and with a slight lean to the side, the kite changed direction and was lost to view behind the trees. 

Turning the corner past the dairy and walking along the straight section of track, the sun returned, bathing the fields and standing oaks in a golden light. Pheasants were cavorting in the field edge. It was as I raised my binoculars to take a closer look at the pheasants, that a small flock of goldfinches leaving the track-side hedge attracted my attention and drew me to a previously unnoticed bird, perched on the top of the brambles some metres along the track. It was a male stonechat, my first for this location. 

A third raptor ended up being a lovely finale to my walk. As the stonechat dropped out of view behind the hedge, I could here the distinctive sound of crows mobbing something. It turned out they were bullying a large buzzard which flew low across the field into the line of trees that mark the boundary with the next field beyond. Eventually shaking off the crows' harassment, the buzzard perched first on a fence post then in a low branch of one of the large oak trees, watching the sun move towards its time to sink behind the western hills. 


Saturday, 16 January 2016

January


January has been a busy month. The rains and mild weather have continued, with widespread flooding still an issue in the north of the UK. UK rainfall records for the month were smashed by the 8th day, and in the occasional break of sunshine daffodils bloom. 

In my back garden the long tailed tits, in a flock of up to two-dozen at times, have become almost daily visitors. Primroses are in flower in the border beside the garden path. A wren has been roosting in the roof. Where the neighbour's gable-end slopes down to meet the front edge of our roof, a gap between the soffits is just visible through a tangle of overgrown wisteria stems, and from this hole out the wren pops each morning, with a rattling call and a whirr of wings. Further out on the patch, I have seen roe deer grazing in the paddock beside 'the manor house' at Pitsham farm, and black headed gulls wheel over the sodden flood meadows either side of Cowdray causeway. I was able to fit in a short birdwatching stroll last week before a later-morning start at work, and was amazed to turn my binoculars onto the horses field (with the massive oak tree, from the metal gate in the hedge along the track, opposite the polo fields) and find my view filled with birds. Chaffinch were the most numerous, but they were joined in the grass by goldfinch, blackbird, and a few redwing. 




This week, at last the weather has turned cold; clear skies have lead to overnight frosts and crisp sparkling mornings. A friend who lives closer into town, near South Pond heard a vixen screaming a few nights ago. I have listened most evenings but I have yet to hear her, or the dog-fox bark his reply. This morning however, a familiar sound but one unheard for some time, bounced around the sharp frosted air; the drumming of a great spotted woodpecker from the woodland by the rife. This is the first time this winter that the woodpeckers have been drumming here, far later than last year's pre-christmas activity on 16th December. Are they triggered by the cold weather, or had the wood, until now, simply been too softened by rain to produce a sound that would travel well? 

The new year's list of birds on the patch is growing well, and so far stands as follows: 

Wren, long tailed tit, blue tit, great tit, coal tit, robin, blackbird, song thrush, house sparrow, wood pigeon, collared dove, magpie, carrion crow, jackdaw, rook, black headed gull, starling, goldfinch, chaffinch, pied wagtail, redwing, stock dove, mallard, Canada goose, goldcrest, cormorant, mistle thrush, sparrowhawk, buzzard, kestrel, green woodpecker, nuthatch, jay - 33 species

Today the sun is shining brightly, angled low through the trees, and the moon when it rises is a growing crescent approaching it's first quarter. 
A few hazel catkins are amongst those tempted into a false spring, but these have been caught out and will have to hope and wait for a while now as this confused season finally finds its cold bite. 
It is a welcome relief in a way, to feel the arctic-chill in the winter wind, despite it freezing my fingers, as the muddled warm and wet days were unsettling in their strangeness for this time of year. 



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