Helmshore: A Cuckoo Calling

Helmshore: A Cuckoo Calling

I was so excited this morning to hear a Cuckoo in Musbury. It has been years since I last heard one locally, so my morning walk with Pepper was greatly extended whilst I hunted for the elusive bird amongst the trees.

Cuckoo calling

My patience was rewarded with several glimpses of it, although the pictures are not the best. I will be heading out again over the weekend to have another look and try to improve on these.


Elsewhere in the valley, the deer are active. I have been seeing the same doe every day but she has still not shown her babies whilst I have been there; I will keep trying to photograph them!

Further down the valley, the smaller birds are less visible as they tend to their young, but a few have taken a short rest and posed for me.

Meadow Pipit
Stonechat (male)
Stonechat (female)
Stonechat (female)
Bluetit

The lapwing are also active. These ground nesting birds distract predators by performing acrobatic displays, with loud calls, drawing danger away from the young.

Lapwing

However, this one did not seem to be to perturbed to be joined by this horse!


Along the Riverside Walk, the bluebells are dying off and being replaced by an abundance of summer wild flowers

Yellow poppies
Buttercups
Apple blossoms

The willows have been shedding their seeds, leaving a fluffy carpet along the pathways and providing a feast for the seed eating birds. I spotted a chiffchaff on Thursday singing loudly in the branches.

Willow
Chiffchaff

The warm weather is also bringing out many butterflies. This red admiral rested in the willows, whilst a wall brown lived up to its name and rested among the lichen covered stone.

Red Admiral
Wall brown

I’ll be back out on the hills over the weekend hunting for cuckoos and roe deer kids; I’ll let you know how I get on!

https://www.rspb.org.uk/birds-and-wildlife/cuckoo

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I’m Sal, a writer drawn to the quiet magic of the natural world. My blog gathers the moments that shape a week: the first light over the hills, the call of winter birds, a walk that becomes a memory. I write about landscapes, seasons, travel, and the gentle threads that connect us to place.

Most of these moments are shared with Pepper, my ever-enthusiastic companion, who reminds me daily that even the simplest walk can hold a little wonder. Together, we explore the magic tucked inside an ordinary life — the kind you only notice when you slow down, look closely, and let the world reveal itself one small moment at a time.

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