A birthday trip to The Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust meant that I got to spend a little time beside the River Severn. It was low tide, with a great curve of sand exposed – no doubt many wading birds were feeding, but only a few were visible. Thanks to the efforts of my fabulous offspring, I was able to see curlews, and I heard them, which was wonderful. It’s been years since that last happened.
There were wild cranes with chicks, kingfishers, avocets and oystercatchers. I think I’ve added shellduck and oystercachers to the small list of birds I can identify by all alone. There were a lot of fluffy baby geese, and a great many orchids.
I grew up on the Cotswold edge, above the Severn plain. The river was always part of my landscape and always part of my sense of sacredness.
June 24th, 2022 at 5:20 am
Catching up with all the posts I’ve missed so far- Brightest Belated Birthday Blessings! (I’m assuming it was your own.)
June 24th, 2022 at 8:49 am
It was indeed mine, although I managed to get covid for the actual day, which was considerably less fun.
June 24th, 2022 at 9:34 am
Crikey! I can imagine.