Bathtime for kestrels

Kestrel bathing by Dave Steel

The Wild was defiantly under the influence of the planet Mercury (the bringer of rain) as I peered out of the kitchen window, cuppa in hand, meaning that there was a 0.0001 percent chance that I might have chosen to stay home and wind my Day 16 of 30 Days Wild around the raindrops.

It wasn’t that bad on the moss or so it seemed by the waves of activity this sea of rain was creating in the world of the Wild.

Parent birds were finding the softening of the soil that bit easier to find food, a big help when all they were seeing were the open bills of their young begging for the next morsel.

A curlew seemed indifferent to the conditions and just got on with its breeding season display whilst skylark bounced their song off the raindrops, that fell from the heavens these birds were seemingly hanging from.

Swift changed their altimeters to read lower-level feeding as the insects were pushed down to lower elevations from the cloud-filled skies.

A pair of willow warbler advised their young to remain quiet as a potential predator was around, little did they know that my camera only wished to devour an image of these hard working birds.

A kestrel seemed overjoyed at finding a fresh pool of water and unashamedly bathed to its heart’s content in full view of anyone who cared to look, from the pathway on Little Woolden Moss Nature Reserve.

It seemed that this rainy day of the Wild was content enough with the conditions as I began my slow retreat home, with my mind turning to Jupiter, the bringer of jollity, as I quietly celebrated another day’s encounter with our world of wildlife - rain, hail or shine.