Tag Archives: Restharrow Scrape

The boys are back in town

Yo doods  haven’t posted for a while, so here’s a few smudges for your delectation  A Bewick’s swan doing the okey kokey, a bufflehead drake having a good look around and showing off to the ladies. A gorgeous lady mallard stretching her wings. A baby duckling recently hatched and testing the water.A beautiful (mind you, to me they are all beautiful) Northern Pintail duck. A red-crested Pochard drake. The same oiseaux also showing off to the ladies. Finally, a tufted drake having a giraffe  I promise I’ll post again shortly   xx i Jedi de Q

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Lots of Little Egrets

Yo Doodlers   Sorry, haven’t posted for a while so here’s a special edition of Little Egrets takes one pleasant morning at Restharrow Scrape, Sandwich Bay at the SBBOT bird reserve (well worth a visit)  xxx  i Jedi de Quackerjack

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Oare Marsh sojourn

Hi Peeps  Lord Moffo and Yours T had a very pleasant morning at Oare Marsh Friday before making our way back to base camp at Orchard Barn. Lord Moffo took a picture of the Quack perambulating the sea wall at Oare

Oare Marsh

I managed smudges of turnstone and a saucy little reed bunting for your delectation

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After reaching base camp and partaking of a very jolly dinner with excellent company, the chatelaine Lady Jan and Sir Andrew Newmark, percussionist extraordinaire, we prepared for the next day’s excursion to Sandwich Bay   I’ve included a picture of Lady Janetta’s kitchen

Jan's kitchen.

First stop towards Bomber Command was at Restharrow Scrape where there were faaarsands of teal. There were a couple of  red breasted mergansers lurking but Moffo and I didn’t see them (also our fingers were getting a little bit Harry & Billy) so we didn’t stay too long but quickly made our way to SBBOT ringing station for a nice cup of Rosy and a chat with the delightful birders at Bomber Command. It’s always a pleasure to meet up with dear friends and genuine bird lovers.

hasta la pasta muchachas   xx  i Jedi de Quackster

It’s Delightful, it’s delirious, it’s delicious, it’s delovely, it’s de Quackers……….. it’s Dungeness!

Yo Doodlepips  Trust you’re all hunky doris.  The old weather’s changed a little, getting a bit Harry & Billy after the glorious sunshine we’ve had for the last few days.  The reeds and grass are getting longer on the Cabernet as the Neptune’s daughter lowers,  making it difficult to smudge wuzzoes as they dart in and out of the reeds. Being advanced in the anon domini’s, my old mince pies need the help of autofocus on the smudge box which gets confused when the little darlings whizz in and out of the reeds.  I was very happy though to get this little reed warbler sitting on the bund before I entered the Jeckyl. He wasn’t at all bothered by Geronimo (Kaibosh) or Yours T presence,giving it plenty of attitude as he stared us out. I thought you might also like the Barnaby of the mute cob who’s taken up residence with Mrs Biro on the insulating for the last few weeks. It would be nice if little cygnets appear (put the zoot suits ‘I supposes’ out of joint)  Recently I went to Dungeness for a tad of birding and was intrigued by this notice exhorting the pulchritudinous delights of fauna & flora. Cole Porter’s ditties sprang to mind.  hasta la pasta   x  i Jedi de Q


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Keep calm and ‘carry on Matron’

Hello doodlers  I managed a smudge of the little owl sitting in the barn opposite Chequer’s whilst traversing the dreaded  Ancient Crovis. Not easy shooting through an open window with young cherry hoggy Kaibuncle’s little Uncle Ned bobbing about.  It was very calm on the scrape this morning with a light Alan Breeze rippling the surface. It was very enjoyable to watch (and smudge) the wuzzoes in the company of two chums, Clive from Ramsgate (formerly from Fulham) and the respected artist John Hollier of Worth. There wasn’t too much activity on the Cabernet, but it’s always a joy just to sit and observe. For me, I find the ever growing baby coots irresistible. They seem to change daily. I’ll enclose today’s Barnaby of a little zoot suit who’s developing a rather nice white bib as well as losing that frightening red mush.  For good measure I’ll also enclose a picky of young Kaiboshki who deigned to accompany me today (only because memsahib’s gone up to the big smoke)        be lucky      x  i Jedi McQuack


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Squirt the Ragwort!

Hello Peeps  I left Quack Towers this morning without my trusted companion Lord Kaibosh, master of the hounds! He felt it was his duty to stay home and guard the memsahib, so Yours T got the Spanish archer.  It was with trepidation that I traversed the marine drive along the Strand and then Beach Street, keeping a mince pie on the fissures of Ramsgate cliffs. Indeed the mist was so bad I couldn’t see Ramsgate let alone frickin’ fissures, innit. All was calm at Restharrow Cabernet Savignon grape when I arrived after the hair raising ziggy zagging round the tadpoles, with the mist lifting a little.  It was a joy to see the various warblers in the reeds whizzing in and out of the rushes as I snapped away.  A reed bunting lady was also flitting in and out of the rushes as well as a rowdy little firm of linnets.  The calm was interrupted by the hard working conservationists, who were tasked to eliminate the dreaded ragwort which plenitudes the little oasis for ornithologisticerooneys (and budjers = bird smudgers), so that Farmer Sue can graze her bovines. (That sounds painful!) The ragwort squirt disturbed a very handsome little egret which I managed to Barnaby for your delectation.  And then the Frankie Lane came down so I carried on to Bomber Command (SBBOT) and a warming cup of Charlotte Joffe and a chocko chippo biccy (don’t tell memsahib).    hasta la pasta doods   x   i Jedi de McQuack 


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The tadpoles are back and nastier

Howdy Chaps/Chapettes    trust y’all hunky doodah?  It was so miserable early this morning that I nearly stayed at home. Later, as the weather improved, I girded my loins missus, fed Kaiboshki and took to the road in the trusty kipper.  Oy Vey, the Ancient Crovis is double treacherous now because the Mark Twain has left the newly formed tadpoles disguised as puddles. With Kaiboshki navigating (giving small barks) we tentatively tippy toenailed around the lurking and cavernous ambuscades.  Arriving at last at Restharrow Scrape was extremely pleasant, with a gentle southerly thin skinned skimming over the Neptune’s daughter. Not too many rarities or megas but plenty of lady lucks and the disputatious and bellicose coots and their none too pulchritudinous offspring! I enclose another smudge of one of the baby coots (I know I posted yesterday but they’re so fascinating I can’t stop snapping ’em) I was pleased to get a nice headshot of Mother McShoveler who is a real beauty (in my eyes anyway) and also of her kinder, a cute little poser ‘giving it plenty’.  hasta la pastarooney  x  i jah de Q