Juvenile magpie attempting - and failing - to fend for itself

 Magpies have nested successfully again in a hawthorn near the end of our garden and their fledglings, now well grown, have been harassing their parents relentlessly for food. Lately the youngsters have been showing signs of foraging for themselves and this one mistook the squeaky toy belonging to a neighbour's dog for a real dead animal.

The young bird circled its prey cautiously at first, pecked it a few times to check that it was dead, stood on the toy's head and then pecked and tugged it furiously. 

The attack went on for about ten minutes but, apart from pulling out a few threads, the attacker never managed to reach the stuffing of the soft, cuddly carrion 

It probably would have continued until it broke through the outer covering, but then a parent bird arrived and fed it some real edible food.

Early spring in the Derwent Walk Country Park, Gateshead

 Some pictures from a walk last week in the Derwent Walk Country Park, Winlaton Mill, Gateshead.

Silver birches and willows, seen from the top of the Nine Arches railway viaduct over the river Derwent. The buds of the birches take on a purplish hue at this time of year, as they begin to swell, while the willows have an orange tint.

Carrion crow. Handsome birds, with a hint of blue iridescence in their plumage.

A fine display of colt'sfoot

Dutch rush Equisetum hyemale spore cones beginning to disperse spores. An uncommon plant, but there are some fine patches of it beside the footpath.

Golden saxifrage in full flower in a ditch beside the old railway line.

A heron with some fine chest plumes, feeding in the river Derwent.

Beard lichen Usnea sp. Remarkable that this pollution-sensitive species is now established here, when you consider that this was formerly a location for coal mines, an ironworks and the Derwenthaugh coking plant that only closed down in 1986.

A magpie in one of the meadows

Primroses in flower

A soaring red kite

Toads coming out of hibernation in the woodland, heading for Clockburn lake, on the site of the old coking plant

Wood anemones in flower in woodland beside the river Derwent

Magpie fledglings

 At the end of January I wrote a post (here) about the conflict at the end of our garden between carrions crows and magpies, competing to nest in the same tree. Well, the magpies prevailed. They successfully dismantled the crows' nest, stealing twigs faster that the crows could add them. Now the magpies' first brood, an unruly bunch, are in the garden every morning and it's interesting to watch their development.

The fledglings are fairly easy to spot because their tails are shorter and more rounded at the ends than those of their parents.

To date, the fledglings don't seem to have much idea about how to feed themselves. They spend a lot of time pulling leaves off the trees, while the parents attempt to broaden their diet. 

A raucous fledgling calling for food (above) and harassing a parent (below). The longer, more slender tail of the parent is evident in the lower picture.

Occasionally, the parents will bring them meat, which almost always looks as though it must have been roadkill. Their offspring are sometimes not sure what to do with it. This one pecked at the meat, but then left it and flew away.

Many people don't like magpies because they have a reputation for taking other birds' eggs and nestlings, but much of the food that I see them carrying is roadkill - animals that people have killed with their cars. The abundance of roadkill is surely one reason why magpies are such a successful species - we humans, inadvertently, feed them. Hedgehog meat would be a rare item in a magpie's diet if it wasn't for the impact of motorists, but I often see magpies pecking at squashed hedgehog carcasses on roads.

Coronavirus lockdown: still more birds

In a normal year, spring would be the time that I would have visited many of the best wildlife locations here in northern England - the Lake District, Teesdale, Weardale, the Tyne valley, the Yorkshire Dales and the Northumberland and Yorkshire coasts. Instead, the coronavirus lockdown has confined me close to home, but it has been a real eye-opener. By following the same route around my local patch every morning, I've been able to watch spring unfold leaf by leaf, and have come to appreciate a the wealth of wildlife within one mile of home, here in the North Pennine foothills.

So, here are some birds seen within the last couple of weeks.

Blue tit, just at the moment when oak buds begin to burst

Singing male chaffinch. With so little traffic on the roads, hearing bird song so clearly every morning has been pure delight.

The calls of curlews in the pastures have been a constant accompaniment to early morning walks

I see magpies feeding on the ground in one of the smallholdings along my route

Cock pheasant

Perhaps the greatest, most uplifting joy has been the song of skylarks. Fine weather on most days has meant that they have been singing, high in a clear blue sky, I must pass at least a dozen pairs every morning.

Song thrush

I always knew there were yellowhammers here, but never realised there were so many.

There is a large pond hidden amongst the trees, which is where this pair of Canada geese will be nesting. Sometimes they graze in the pastures.

Partridges, like yellowhammers, are a red list species but they seem to be doing fairly well here. As the grass in the pastures grows taller they are becoming more difficult to spot. They spend quite a lot of time in an oilseed rape crop, where you can sometimes see them along the tractor wheelings.

A large muck heap, on the edge of one of the pastures, is a favourite place for pied wagtails to hunt flies.

I saw the first swallow in the third week of April but, nearly three weeks later they haven't arrived in large numbers yet.

A tree full of wood pigeons

I hear this blackbird singing every morning, but he rarely shows himself this clearly

Golden plovers in a sheep pasture. Surprise visitors, staying just one day on their way to breeding sites on the fells of Weardale.

Lapwings in the pastures now have eggs, so they become vociferous if anyone comes too close.

Whitethroat, nesting in brambles on the edge of an oilseed rape field.

One morning, I watched jackdaws plucking hairs from the winter coast of a horse, for use as nest lining

I'm seeing goldfinches more frequently, now that colt'sfoot and dandelion seeds are ripening -  favourite food items

One morning, I saw these linnets on the road ahead of me, collecting scraps of sheep wool for nest lining.

By early May many birds had nestlings to feed. This starling was collecting earthworms in a smallholding sheep pasture.


Some that got away:
Great spotted woodpecker - just a flypast, too quick for me
Goldcrest - early morning on a dull day, so no light and constantly moving
Oystercatcher - away in the distance in a field, probably on their way to breeding sites in Weardale
Sparrowhawk - too high, too fast