I finally got out to Cors Caron yesterday afternoon,having also been relinquished from childcare duties.Its always a great pleasure to take a stroll over the bog and the recent sitings this summer of the hobbies made it really extra special .Would we be lucky ?The weather was not as warm as I had been led to believe however we decided that waterproofs were not needed as it was a short distance.The silence was soon broken by an RAF hawk followed closely by another.The sky was looking rather black over Bronant but I didn't think it would come our way for a while.Just as I was watching the few dragonflies darting and giving up on seeing much else I was alerted by another birder that he had his sights on an adult hobby sitting happily on a branch in what looked like a dead birch.This was a first for me and I could hardly contain my excitment as I struggled to locate the said tree.Eventually it moved its head slightly just enough to display his very white cheek and as he was so far away we could just about make out its red trousers.We waited hoping that the 6 swallows that seemed to be mobbing it would get him up. No, not even when another or perhaps the same hawk flew directly overhead did it budge.The rain finally caught up with us and we all retreated,some of us sooner than others However wet we were it was definitely worth it.
Lis Collison