Monthly Archives: April 2014

Big Boy doing the ‘Okey Kokey’

Mon coeurs    I was awoken this morn by the sound of foghorns emanating from the Dover Straights. Looking out of my top floor window I couldn’t see the flagpole in front of Quack Towers let alone the Dover two & eights! After a hearty breakfast of Douglas lady’s soss (you can buy them at Deal Market on a Saturday, brilll) and fried eggs, Melanie Estelle and ancient pa took off for the Restharrow Scrape.  The Ancient Crovis is still a bit ‘how’s yer father’ after the consistent Frankie Laine so I had to tippy toe around the re-forming tadpoles. Fortunately the hair of the dog had lifted when we reached the Cabernet and a soft Dolly’s chemise kinkajou across the Farmer’s.  Facing the hide an enormous great Black-backed gull was doing the Okey Kokey which I quickly smudged for your delectation. M.E and Y’sT were delighted when a very handsome pochard drake flew in. I’ve Barnaby Rudge’d him for you good peeps, but had a bit of problem with the finished smudge. For some reason the head has come out excessively red. I promise you it’s not on the original photograph, but appears when I post it. Perhaps some friendly computer whizz could advise me on how this peculiarity is occurring? I was so pleased to get the wuzzoe in flight, but puzzled with the luminescent rouge effect. I promise you I haven’t tampered with soppy Photoshop as the final result is detrimental to the original.   TTFN machachas   x i jah de Quackers

 

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Robert the Bruce, Lady Luck, Isle of Mull

Yo you lovely fridge freezers      left the Tower’s early for the Cabernet with Melanie Estelle and Lord Kaibosh. It was quite overcast with a very gentle easterly blowing across the farmer’s daughter. Doris, I think her name was? The little grebes were whizzing as usual with a minor punch-up involving 7 of them. Little tinkers, but I do luvs ’em.  The Egyptian police are still lurking the Worth side of the fence only moving on when a couple of greylag bully boys budged them a few feet.  I still believe they have one clipped wing each, but it’s a mystery how they got where they are without flying. Perhaps they did fly in a huge circle? (Stop it Quack, you’re being silly) I managed a smudge of one of the greylags as he swam towards the Jeckle to have a look at Melanie and Yours T.  There were also quite a few shelducks flying in, having a barney, then flying off again. I managed a Barnaby of a drake shelduck flexing his wings after seeing off another Sir Francis. We were joined in the hide by Bernie who’d returned from another reserve and had managed a very nice smudge of a black winged stint. I think it might have been Dungeness, but I’m a bit Mutt & Jeff, so it could have been Stodmarsh? Mind you, the minces in the darkened Jeckle aren’t too clever so he could have been showing me a ringed ouzel!  Anno domini, innit my friends, it’s caught me up! I also managed a shot of a great black-backed gull next to a greylag on Gull Island to the left of the scrape, which shows how large that gull is compared to the greylag which is one of Britain’s largest golden fleece.   tooty frooty mon coeurs     x i jah de jedi Q

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Avocet Silhouette

ram ram  peeps      Didn’t go birding yesterday (Sunday) as I was visited by my three daughters. One from Paris,another from New York and the other from Wales.  Oooooer missus, what a treat.  Earlier that morning Lady de Q and Yours T, accompanied by Melanie Estelle from Abergavenny drove to the asparagus farm near Pegwell Bay. Kilos of asparagooneys were purchased along with a huge white cauliflower. Melanie Estelle’s going to do a cauliflower cheesy thingy as well as making a stock from the asparagussy broken off bibs and bobboes.   Lady de Q’s dinner that evening was a triumph, especially the salmon cooked with ginger and lemon in silver foil, followed by blackcurrent jelly filled with blueberries and raspberries and topped with hand made meringues covered in cream, chocolate (dark) and shaved almonds.  After that sumptuous repast I waddled up to bed like the Fat Boy of Peckham.  This morning Poppy left for the Big Apple and Daisy Pareejee. Fortunately, Melanie Estelle’s staying the week and she accompanied ancient papa to Restharrow Scrape for a morning’s birding.  Well my drears, we were rewarded with the arrival of two avocets who landed on the island in front of the Jeckle. I enclose smudge for your delectation.  Duncan joined us in the hide arriving in time to smudge the beautiful and elegant avocets.  We indulged in our favourite game of trying to smudge the diving tufties and capturing their mince pies before they disappeared beneath the surface. I managed the whole body with the neck plunging under, but Duncan Disorderly captured the evasive eye shot. I’ll enclose smudge of the diving tufty just before the plunge as well as an ‘Aaargh’ smudge of a couple of mallard ducklings with mum

ram ram until kal ka        x i jah de Quackers

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Agglomerate of Gull

God aftermiddag  Rart at mode dig peeps      There was a brisk southerly wind as I left Quack Towers which seemed to drag a thin grey carpet over the apple. When I had first looked out of my window earlier there was a clear blue sky (steady on Q). I could see ships on the horizon which boded good visibility. Traversing the Ancient Crovis the grey carpet seemed to be following me. By the time I reached the Jeckle the current had gone and a cold wind blew across the Cabernet. All was not lost though as a couple of the chaps were there already to cheer things up. Steve Reynaert and Bernie had been there since the crack of Ross Brawn. Incidentally, Steve, a very good photographer, had captured the two elusive Egyptian police when they had briefly visited the island in front of the Jeckle. There was the usual lady lucks floating about, ducking & diving, as well as the busy little grebes. There was also an unusually large contingent of gulls. I managed a Barnaby of a Great black-backed gull as well as a common old gull and a lesser black-backed gull for your delectation. Just as I was leaving a little yellow wagtail (blue head) settled for a couple of seconds in front of the hide and I just managed this one smudge! hej hej x i jah de Q

Gt BB gull
common gull
yellow wag

Volitation, Viscissitude & Variety of Hirundae at Restharrow

Prynhawn da Peeps     Kaibosh and Yours T spent about ten minutes at the Jeckle this morning vadering the whizzing sleepy hollows, but a taters northerly dampened our cod fillet,  so we carried on to Bomber Command for Charlotte Joffe and a chinwag with Johnathon the Moth and Johnathon the paint.  Unfortunately, young Kaiboy being a cherry isn’t allowed on the premises so I had to leave him in the kipper with the hump! I wasn’t too long though and we quickly returned to Quack Towers via the Ancient Crovis with Kaibuncle giving me the evil mince pie as he lay in the passenger seat muttering under his breath like an asthmatic budgerigar. I’ll have to cook him a couple of sausages with his tin of doggy stuff. That  little cherry loves a soss, but Lady de Q tells me off saying it’s too salty for cherries! So I’ll surreptitiously slip him a soss when memsahib’s not looking, making sure his water bowl is full.  Anyways peeps, as I don’t have sufficient smudges from this morning I’ll post some portraits I’d taken from my recent archive,  They are  influenced from my days as a fashion and rockstar photographer.  I shot (ouch) the lady mandarin ducky as if it was for a Vogue cover.  The black swan Harper’s Bazaar, and the Black-necked swan for Mad Magazine!    lechyd da      x i jah de Q  

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A pleasant Johnny Ray, Oy Vey

Guten tag bekannterpeeps   The water was very still on the Cab this morning   “Like a Millpond”, observed Johnny Ball.   For such a small Cabernet Savignon grape there’s a lotta wuzz, innit.  There’s always something.  Kaibosh and Yours T were joined by Duncan and later Johnathon Hollier for a good morning’s birding and also to put the World to right. There was more sprout than Moby Dick!  The two Egyptian police were still lurking behind the fence when they were disturbed by a belligerent coot (as I’ve said many times “wot’s there prob?”) Duncan and I noticed simultaneously that their wings were clipped when they both flapped their pearly kings in alarm. No wonder they couldn’t do a Steve McQueen (Great Escape) and jump the fence.  How did they get there? For my morning’s Barnaby Rudge’s, I give for your delectation Oystercatchers, Greylag and Mute Swan taking off.  Auf Wiedersehen petals  x i jah de Quackers

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All Quietened Down

Yassou, kalim’era my bookends

After yesterday’s excitement at Restharrow Cabernet Savignon Grape, this morning was comparatively quiet. The two Egyptian police lurked still behind the fence at the side of the scrape, so I didn’t try to smudge them as they would resemble two prisoners waiting to make a break. A dainty little egret was fishing in the small bay to the side of the Savignon, so I couldn’t get a clear smudgerooney of him/her? I was companioned in the Sav by Joe and Master Kaibosh when a saucy tufted drake came to have a vader at us. I enclose a Barnaby Rudge of the black & white ducky. I also enclose a portrait of a redshank who nipped over from the near island and had a moment in front of the blushing bride. As I’ve posted too many lapwings ( I lurves ’em), here’s a portrait I’ve just finished of a handsome male who also ‘nipped’ over to the hide to fiddle about in the fresh mud, now that the water’s receding at last! After another enjoyable morning smudging we carried on to Bomber Command for a refreshing cup of Charlotte Joffe. From there it was a light and luscious lunch at the Black Douglas. Always a treat and cherry hog friendly            yia sas re maga         x i jedi de Quackers

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