A day out; not really. I might have been doing what I like best, ringing, but today I had to earn my keep. As a senior ringer, it is my duty not only to train others but also to assess those who wish to become a trainer, either for a specific group or as a 'generalist'. To that end I accompanied Dave Short and three novice/prospective trainees.
Our mission - to visit several owl boxes and a jackdaw's.
Does this man have a Schedule 1 licence? Fortunately, yes.
We drove across a marvellous farm where they grow willow. Full of birds, it was. Up to the box with a bit of hush - and a bird flew out. B****r! Ladder up just in case - whoops - female bird.
"Well I never, she's already been ringed. Sorry, folks"
The female turned out to have been ringed elsewhere in the project area. [The Barn Owl Project is run and financed by Aylesbury Vale District Council, with assistance from the land-owners and HM Prison Service.]
Mrs Barn Owl.
We moved on to site No.2. This had a Kestrel box with new inhabitants. Expectation - four Tawny chicks to ring. Ha, ha!
Mum's sitting under the box.
Number 1 sibling is already out, well fed and sleepy.
We still had to get to the nest, way up in the oak. As the box is very high, we worked off the roof of the Landie.
So, onto the practical side - get the other three chicks ringed and weighed. This is where Dave "has to earn his money, nay, stripes". One each for the girls, Hilary, who climbed the ladder and extracted the birds, Monique and Nina.
Next we turned into shepherds. Arriving at site 3, we were greeted by some 30 or so Hebridean sheep that had escaped from their field by way of a wooden "gate". One of them had managed to dislodge it (it was only held up by one piece of string/twine that wasn't very tight anyway) and get out onto the cinder track, with the rest following like sheep do. Lots of (about) three-week old lambs followed their mums diligently but were a bit skittish when we appeared.
Job done, gate thing tied up properly, to the next sheep field and our box. Ladder up, volunteer up, chicks out, return to ground level, avoiding nosy sheep (above). If you've never seen a dinosaur before, look you here!
There were three Jackdaw pulli in this one, again one each for the girls.
Next stop was Stowe School, or to be precise, one of two boxes up by "the moated folly" (see below).
Monique's turn up the ladder; her prize - one 10-12 day old Tawny.
The next one at another sheep farm was to be mine. Not a chance! The pesky "tree rats", i.e. Mr & Mrs Grey Squirrel, had decided to take over the box, which is in an oak close to a block of woodland, eating Mr & Mrs Tawny's young family in the process. The land-owner was not amused and will probably see to it that the 'squatters' end up paying more than rent!
Well, that was that! Only thing left to do was to return our "ladder man" back to Springhill open prison, drop the girls back at the Mill, and return to Dave's for a well earned coffee.
One more task - ring the Blue Tits in the box on the back of the garage. Nine in all (one runt), about 6-7 days old.
PS. Worth a look at this video - http://www.buckstv.co.uk/buckstv/outtakes.html "We had a hoot filming ..."