Weve walked our dogs in our local park almost daily for last 35+ years. On the 29th April I saw a lone bird fly over the local park lake.
Not enough of a view to identify but it was either a Swallow or Sand Martin.
We used to have dozens of Sand Martins nesting each year in the banking of the river that runs alongside the lake.
Then, a few years ago the farmer must have thought the river was eating into his land and so moved some of the river (Only 15cm deep in the centre just here) bed so the flow went to the centre and didn’t erode his banking the same.
While he was doing this work using (I think) a JCB 7? He destroyed all the banking where the empty nests were.
Very few Martins return each year now.
Which reminds me of another dickhead job.
The lake has an island, perhaps 90 metres long x 30 metres wide. Lots of different trees including pine trees and conifers.
Swans nest on there every year and their Signets are always on the water the first week in May without fail.
Also, each February Herons would arrive and build or renovate nests in the trees. I think we counted 14 Heron nests one year. When the young are hungry they sounded like machine guns going off with their racket.
Mallard, Muscovy (Spell?) ducks and Canada geese nest on there too.
Then, perhaps 4 years ago someone on the Town Council must have decided the island looked untidy with all the dead wood and weeds etc under the trees.
So, in their wisdom they sailed across to the island and cut most of the trees down and also cleared the ground of every bit of loose dead wood etc.
Guess what, I haven’t seen a single Heron nest this year.
Birders used to travel many miles each spring and early most fine weather mornings would see a battery of photographers setting their gear up to picture/video the Herons and Martins.
No more…
Ken.
Ps. The mink come off the river and swim to the island for bird eggs and young.
I used to set traps for the mink on the river and they were easy to trap. Until, one February night 11 years ago when I was 72 and I went to the river at 9pm (To many public about to go sooner) to set a trap, which I did, however, on my way back up the banking I slipped and fell backwards into the river. River was running pretty fast hers as we’d had rain. I submerged then bobbed to the top and off I went on my back down the river in pitch black.
What helped tremendously was my Rivers West Widfowling jacket with rubber cuffs that stopped water going up the sleeves and the jacket was like a balloon. Floated around 100 metres down river before I managed to get to the side and able to get out. Shins somehow must have gone over rocks as they were the only damage.
Specs stayed on and when out I phoned wifey and asked her to run the bath. She said: You flippin fell in, didn’t you?
That was the end of my mink trapping.