dunnock, Little Orme, Rhiwledyn Nature Reserve, Robin, song thrush, views from the Little Orme, views of Rhos-on-Sea, walk on the Little Orme
January 11th, last leg of the walk on the Little Orme
The winter months offer an opportunity to see places as they really are. Stripped of leaves and layers of foliage, without the colourful distractions of wildflowers and the movements of their insect visitors to draw the eyes, this is the time to appreciate the structure, the bare bones of a place. Walking back down from the top of the Little Orme, not only are the views spectacular, but you also see more clearly the layout of the reserve. On this scale you get a sense of how the patchwork of differing habitats mesh together and create the synergy that has resulted in the rich variety of wildlife that make this such a special place.
The sun, lower in the sky now reveals the true contours of a landscape. You realise a surface which til now has appeared smooth and rounded, is actually textured with a multitude of dips and hollows that are revealed by back-light and shadows.
There is some farming activity on the lower slopes of the reserve where small fields are cultivated for crops and pastureland is enclosed with hedges or small walls and used for grazing sheep. Sheep are also free to range and graze other parts of the reserve too; they are an effective way to keep areas of grass shorn and clear of too much shrubbery and are aided and abetted in their mission by a healthy population of rabbits.
Despite what I wrote earlier about their being less distractions from the bigger picture of a place, I should probably know myself better and accept that I will always find distractions in the details whatever the season. Like a leafless, gnarly, knobbly hawthorn twig softened with lichen and highlighted by the sun.
Going back down Rabbit Hill was trickier than going up as it turned out, as it was quite wet and muddy and slippery underfoot. There was a dunnock so intent on feeding himself before going to roost for the night that he allowed me quite close before shooting off into cover. He wasn’t presenting his best side now, but its good to see things from a different angle now and then. I felt sorry for my disturbance, I know how hard it is for birds to find enough food to keep them going in the winter, especially through the cold nights.
At the bottom the Robin was still about too, adopting the classic hunting method of the species by perching up off the ground and scanning the ground beneath them, then pouncing down onto potential prey.
I had the thought of finishing off my walk along the quarried-out gorge that ends, or begins near one of the entrances to the reserve, but to my surprise much of its floor was covered by a pool of water several inches deep. My reason for wanting to go that way was to see if there may be a Song Thrush hunting for snails along the rocky wall there. Last year I spotted a pair nesting there and watched them as they hammered a succession of snails into palatable food for their young ones.
Instead I carried along in the same direction, but around the top towards the large, sculptural lump of limestone that always puts me in mind of the Sugar Loaf Mountain, but in miniature of course. Sort of, with a bit of imagination? Regardless, I love that rock and have often wondered how it ended up there.
I am referring to the Sugar-loaf Mountain in Rio de Janeiro here, not the one in Wales that has the same name!
One last thing, are there really green leaf buds on this tree already?
Thank you for your comments and sharing a little about your country. It sounds as though you live in a beautiful place – it is always surprising to discover that places have nature in common even though they are great distances apart. You have made me curious about Croatia now. Best wishes, Theresa
Looking at these photos, I thought they were taken in my homeland, Croatia, on Adriatic coast, because it’s the exact same plants that I come across these days walking around. Also, the county I live in is called (when loosely translated) The Ash Tree Place. And the majority of trees is bent as well because of the strong winds typical for the area I live in. I would never have guessed that Little Orme (a place I have never heard of before) in Wales and Rovanjska (my hometown) have so much in common:)
Mike Hardisty said:
I really should take myself back up the Orme again. Instead I keep going into Snowdonia.
It would probably seem very ‘tame’ and crowded to you after Snowdonia, especially if you haven’t been for a while!
Thanks Pat, it’s reassuring to know I’m not alone in my appreciation of rocks- I’ve long given up trying to work out why I find them so fascinating and compelled to photograph them!
Lovely walk – and a great rock!
All the best 🙂
Emily Heath said:
Exciting to see leaf buds!
Yes it is, but it’s a bit scary too. Poor little buds might well get ‘nipped’ if we have frost or very cold winds.