Early birds: dawn chorus at North Cliffe Wood
It’s 4.40am on a calm spring morning. I pull into the layby next to North Cliffe Wood and strap on the head torch that’ll help me find my way through the darkness. There’s no traffic at this…
It’s 4.40am on a calm spring morning. I pull into the layby next to North Cliffe Wood and strap on the head torch that’ll help me find my way through the darkness. There’s no traffic at this…
They’ve been laughing at me all day. I first heard them within a few minutes of arriving at Barlow Common at 8.30am on this dazzlingly bright spring morning, and their raucous “yaffle” calls have…
The marsh harrier glides low over the watery landscape – a big, powerful predator on the hunt for a meal. In a few slow wing beats it’s above the reedbed. Then it swoops down...
Winter at Staveley: mist drifting across the fields; water droplets glistening on twigs; patches of ice lurking in the ponds and lakes.
Are you searching for a new way to enjoy the outdoors? Give birdwatching a go! Watching wildlife can be one of life’s simple pleasures – and our avian friends are particularly industrious in…
We watch in anticipation as the sun sinks slowly behind a tree: when the flaming, pale-yellow ball finally drops out of sight, the show – hopefully - will begin.
As our trees start to turn golden to red and brown, we look forward to those crisp autumn days crunching through leaves in our local woodlands – but don’t forget to look up and listen out for or…
Nature is all around us, arriving in a great rush to usher in the spring, so wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, make sure to make time to look and listen. Many of our migrant birds are…
Wheeling, zipping, swooping – it’s always a thrill to watch our enigmatic birds of prey. Reduced cover and wintry clear blue skies provide a fantastic opportunity to watch them - and Yorkshire is…
Every winter, millions of birds travel to the UK to escape the harsher weather that sets in at their breeding grounds. Families of whooper swans fly down from Iceland, thrushes and finches flee…