As seen on Sunday 11th December, my final guided walk of 2022 for London Wildlife Trust.
London woke to freezing fog with hoar frost in places, as temperatures stayed well below zero. These are difficult days to get out of bed, but the rewards of a foggy, frosty oak woodland are too good to miss.
In the woods the fog broke in places, shifting north, making for very tricky birdwatching conditions. We were treated to the tapping of a great spotted woodpecker searching for food in dead branches. Flocks of long-tailed tit hurried through holly and ivy.
One attendee wanted to see redwing for their annual list, which came eventually in an energetic flock high in an oak, then low by a small pond where the guelder rose berries still remained.
I was fascinated by the perspective of a couple who joined us. They were astonished to find ring-necked parakeets in their garden, a bird they had seen growing up in, and one found all across, India. London’s woods don’t sound the same without their shrieking nowadays, whatever the view is on that.
There were a few mushrooms still to be seen, mainly sulphur tuft, the allseeing fungus (it’s just so common), and turkeytail.
Unfortuntaly we didn’t manage to find firecrest or anything as outrageous as lesser redpoll, but it was still a lovely walk.
The photos shared here are taken on my Fairphone in RAW format, then processed in Lightroom. It’s pretty impressive what you can do now with phone cameras.
Thanks for reading.
5 thoughts on “Looking for birds in the frost and fog 🐦”
Looks lovely, Daniel. I expect you had plenty of snow a bit later – we got snowed in on a train journey and had to get a hotel at 11.30pm. When we got home the next day we did have a couple of great spotted woodpeckers on our bird feeder, though.
Thanks Mick. I was back to Sussex after this but in time to miss the snow. That sounds rather dramatic! I read about people having to take shelter in a pub somewhere in East Sussex because the roads were impassable.
Yes, I read that story. Apparently a few miles away the landlord of another pub turned people out (possibly some of the same ones) during the evening.
I think the saviour was the Bear, good on them.
Yes, that sounds familiar. Good on them, indeed.