This mornings weather up the Blorenge was bleak. Only a week ago I was wearing practically a T-Shirt and Shorts. Today it was like winter up on the mountain and with a bitter wind blowing. Visibility was not exactly what you call clear either with a mist at the top of the Blorenge.
Lower down the slopes of the mountain it was somewhat better. We heard two Cuckoos calling across the valley to each other and we started trying to triangulate there location.
Paul caught sight of one bird flying off towards the Punchbowl and we headed after it to chance our luck.
After a bit of a wait we finally saw a Cuckoo settle on top of a tree. It was amazing to watch it calling and actually see it doing it for a change.
The bird then moved from tree to tree, swooping down low very Sparrowhawk like before landing on a bit of a perch.
We managed to get some reasonably close view of it before it took off. It gave us the run a round in the area keeping its distance.
The weather began to deteriorate so we took a trip up to Pwll ddu.
When we arrived there we were greeted with a horrendous site of a pile of rubbish. Fly-tipping is absolutely outrageous and a horrible stain on the landscape.
|Fly-tipping at Pwll Ddu|
The Wheaters were not too hard to find despite the weather conditions and I was able to get some nice pictures of them on a dry-stone wall.
That was before another blight on the landscape turned up - off-road motorcycles grrr.