Cresty spotting
Yesterday (Friday) was spent clearing snow from in front of the workshop, and off various roofs (18inches of snow must be pretty heavy); and out clearing snow breaks and dangerous overhangs from the nearby roads. Afterwards I waded up Cairn Rynettin, where I saw a lone male Bullfinch attempting to keep himself alive through heather seed consumption. Am I wrong in thinking that it’s pretty unusual for a Bullfinch to be hanging out on top of a wind and snow swept hill eating Heather?
Today myself, Tom and Dougie head over to the Osprey centre. Apparently there are feeders, and a great chance of seeing Crested Tits, a bird I’ve not seen before. When we get there the feeders are busy with Great Tits, Coal tits and the occasional Blue Tit. And then, after a reasonably short wait, a pair of Crested Tits come down to feed. The Cresty is a spiky character, with punk style hair, and a machine gun staccato call. Myself and Tom (check out Tom’s web site by clicking this link) spend a little time trying to get pictures of it feeding, but the light is not great.
Then, as we’re watching, a Red Squirrel approaches, before climbing the tree with the feeders, and taking food from a box with an openable top.
Anyway, below are my shots. Remember it’s just a digital compact.
- Tom and Ross (site manager) spring into life as Dougie fells an overhang
- So the wind’ll be coming from the North then
- Hmm, that looks like a…
- Bullfinch?!
- Snow up to my thighs, splendid.
- A cresty in a tree
- After 7 hours of sitting alone, below freezing, in a haunted forest, I nail the cresty shot
- And the red squirrel shot.
- Feeders, what feeders?













Hmm, unusual to see a bullfinch on the ground…good spot.
1 March, 2010 at 11:59 pm
Although now i’ve looked more closely, are you sure you didn’t just make that out of a couple of fluffy pompoms?
2 March, 2010 at 12:03 am
Hey! I’d like to see you spend some time out there in the snow without having dressed up like a pompom. I thought he was looking pretty smart, apart from all the heather stuck to his face…
3 March, 2010 at 6:55 pm