Showing posts with label hooded-crow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hooded-crow. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 January 2012

Winter Bird Watch II

Curlew
Numenius arquata
Rock pipit
Anthus petrosus
Stonechat (f)
Saxicola torquata
Wren
Troglodytes troglodytes
Oystercatcher
Heamatopus ostralegus
Hooded crow
Corvus corone cornix
Herring gull
Larus argentatus
Mute swan
Cygnus olor

With the changed
weather today, I was able to partake in a spot of calm birdwatching on my near-by strand this morning, followed by a visit to peaceful Lough Hyne this afternoon, in the hope of observing some interesting behaviour by the herring gulls. However, there was a failure to perform, as a bagful of bread supplied by a passing visitor was far more tasty than fishing for their own supper.

It was surprising how quickly quite a little collection was made in this candid snapshot album today. Whilst most of the birds were merely common species with some being purely coastal dwellers, I am still really hoping to see one not so common red-beaked member of the crow family whilst I'm here in West Cork. I have actually seen it once before during the winter months, but annoyingly didn't have my camera to hand at the time. Needless to say, I would be 'chuffed to bits' if I did see it again.

I will keep looking.

Friday, 24 June 2011

Muscular Work


Whilst enjoying a peaceful walk in the Bamboo Gardens located alongside the tidal estuary at Glengarriff in County Cork, the calm was suddenly shattered by a commotion taking place just over the sea wall.

An investigation revealed a young hooded crow harassing it's parent to hurry with the next meal, on this occasion being fresh mussels. As we know only too well, the slightest knock to a juicy, healthy mussel will cause it to shut tight. This was the case here too and so dinner was still a little wait away for this hungry bird.

We watched whilst the parent, mussel in beak, carried out a 'jump-jet' vertical take-off above the rocky perch, rising up a couple of feet before letting go of the chosen mollusc thus bouncing it onto the rock in attempt to satisfy the youngster with their version of haute-cuisine. This action was carried out four or five times, until the shell finally shattered and the prized flesh was revealed for the picking.