Sunny then overcast, rather cool, 5 - 11 °C, windy from NE.
A variant of this morning. The male left after his favourite songs and then she got out at 6:40. Shortly after, they returned together, she returned to bed again. He quits.
And at 6:51, the fourth egg laying begins.
She will leave the nest around 7:07.
Très peu de passages comme hier, deux visites entre 13h et 14h, c'est tout!
Les œufs sont laissés très découverts.
Well overcast and chilly, yet wind from NE, 8 -12 °C.
am, she takes the position of laying and rises shortly afterward.
Well, of course, he is there and sings.
She will leave at 7:04 alone, but at no time did I could see clearly the five possible eggs.
Four or five? Hard to say; she kept cutting partially covered the whole morning. Hard to know if the white circle besides the 4 most conspicuous, is an egg!
She makes more passages than yesterday: half a dozen in the morning.
Brought new beautiful new white feathers.
With a little luck, we'll see them better tonight.
Two short passages in the afternoon.
Back at 17:00 for a little tidy up. Watch VIDEO (498ko, 33s)
No, not yet visible those eggs!
Brimstones [Gonepteryx rhamni] (citrons) are more and more willing to pose because they are busy foraging now that the flowers are also more numerous.
Of course a long winter it wears your wings a little. This one came out a little crumpled.
It is time to regain strength until it meets his better half. The female will lay in April-May Young brimstones (imagos) open their wings in mid-summer, then after a little vacation, a little summer rest (they "aestivate", reducing their activity during the hottest period), they look like their parents, a good shelter for the winter. Before re-emerging the following spring and in turn spawn the next generation. For parents, the fall will also mark the autumn of their lives. A long life for a butterfly, more than a year.
The male has the upper wings lemon (the female, pale green). One sees here the colour well "lemon", it uses to stay, most often, wings closed, in this position it is difficult to find as it blends with the grass.
It will be five!
Overcast, much less wind, 7 - 14 °C.
All the birds sing everywhere at the moment. There is activity
in all the nests! Natural or nest boxes.
On the banks of the Loiret another small family of blue tits, is almost synchronous with our Parisian one, she goes to bed too ... Goodnight.
Sun a little cloudy, 11 - 15 °C.
The guard is still there in the morning to sing, but he left early.
This morning he was gone at 6:30.
At 6:35, the seventh egg laying.
She leaves at 7am.
I told you that
the down sticks everywhere!
She often takes it clinging to her legs.
He, in the evening, when she has already gone to bed, stays often on his favourite branch of the birch, very high, watching the sunset.
A little love? The photos are rare and difficult in the branches. Come on, like that we remain discrete...
has been brooding since 13:00 today.
Full sun, 12 - 14 °C
The eighth one this morning at 6:35. He doesn't
stays long. Just a very brief appearance and he's now very quiet.
Now she broods continuously.
She goes out from time to time but always leaves
its eggs uncovered because she returns quickly.
At noon, the sun illuminates just the bowl's nest where she lies.
It is possible that this happens to be the last egg. Then, small video:
Feel a little peckish, perhaps?
Uh! Who holds who?
This morning, the breakfast. Well, the menu is not varied.
It is not difficult to notice his arrival that he signals, calling her by small tititi. It suffices to crack open the window to trace him.
For now, it has not yet entered in the nest to feed her. Surprising, I thought he would be invited sooner.
It is him at top right. He has just given her his spider.
She seems to have trouble with the spider; the next moment, he takes it back. And it seems that now he is in trouble...
Finally, he makes it trough and gives it back to her.
Poor photos, the morning light is insufficient, we'll try better the next days. There will be time; incubation lasts 12 to 13 days. That means the hatching at the end of the month.
Gaze at little bugs.
BeeFly [Bombylius major]. (Grand
bombyle) White fur coat.
With its long rigid proboscis, it feeds on nectar. The lesser celandine offer him a feast.
They visited the balcony this year but impossible to make them pose briefly for a portrait.
Sun, cool. 8°C in the mornig. 17 °C.
the first time, he is not here this morning. Silence. We hear him a lot
less now anyway.
I really thought there would be no ninth-egg this morning because at her usual time, 6:40, there was nothing.
Nevertheless, I keep the video recording and it took me some searching because the laying was very fast. But there are well nine eggs.
She went out at 7:12.
From time to time she indulges in à longer promenade. She must go hunting. I must say he passes very irregularly.
It is not so easy to get to see the prey that it brings.
He did not stay long even if I put a well placed branch that he seems to like.
Sometimes it does not alight; sometimes he puts just a claw and takes off to rush directly into the nest box, without even stopping at the entry.
I noticed spiders, of course, but also a few flying insects such as this. A wasp? A bee? It happens that a tit hunts a bee, but more often it is the larger great tit that does this.
Small little spring bugs again...
My knowledge is limited on this, but I think this is the Polistes dominulus (because of the top of antennae, black).
It has long been called "Polistes gallicus" but there are actually several species. Dominulus and Gallicus are two separate species.
To learn more: Articles always fascinating at Aramel.
Full sun, very mild 10 °C this morning. 20 °C.
In early April, he gradually loses his fine velvet.
The bare antlers appear.
The male is more colorful, orange and white.
The male A small Speckled
Wood of spring generation anyway, they came out too. [Pararge aegeria]
They overwinter as caterpillars or pupae.
Still full sun 12 - 21 °C.
This morning's sunrise.
Just in the way of the single contrail!
A rarity. The airspace was still closed today, (because, of the now well-known Icelandic volcano).
Hey! Again greeneries.
As for feathers, no problem!
Dame Blackcap. [Sylvia atricapilla] (Fauvette à tête noire)