Bog Myrtle & Peat

The last few days have brought more and more cuckoos to the Chayne. I heard five different birds calling yesterday when I walked my circuit of traps, and I was even able to call one out of the thick cover by blowing into my hands and imitating the familiar call. He landed a hundred yards away and bobbed up and down on a stone on the horizon. He was there for a few seconds, but I managed to take this photograph, above.

Cuckoos certainly are weird birds. This is the first photograph I have ever taken of one, and I hope that, over the next few weeks, I can manage to take some better ones.