Today it was wild, wet, and windy, and the city streets were frighteningly slippery as my bicycle skeetered about like a dinghy running before the wind. A tree fell across the path on the common. But next to Gunnersbury Triangle, a Song Thrush sang its beautiful rich fluty song, the repeated notes carrying clearly over the noise of the wind and traffic.
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Jet Contrails over Chiswick at Dawn

Greater and Lesser Stag Beetles Over-Wintering at Gunnersbury Triangle



January: Cold. Grey. Gloomy? Not Now!
January. Cold. Grey. Gloomy.
Well, not always. On a clear early morning, Venus gleamed brightly in a deep blue sky, and the waning Moon shone over the city, giving it a wintry beauty.

On the common later that morning, the harsh blowing-over-a-comb buzz of a Mistle Thrush alerted me to a flock of winter thrushes flying up into the trees. As they moved along, the chack-chack calls, medium size, and occasional flashes of handsomely contrasting brown and grey backs showed that most of them were Fieldfares, down here from the snowy wastes of Scandinavia or Russia to enjoy the relatively balmy warmth and accessible food of Chiswick in January.
In the Gunnersbury Triangle nature reserve, as I rounded a corner a male Sparrowhawk finished his drink in a hurry and flew up from the gravelly ditch, an intimate moment.
Winter Work at Gunnersbury Triangle – Desilting the Seasonal Pond


Three Pelicans in St James’s Park

Putting the Gran Turismo into Gunnersbury Triangle!



A Winter Task: Digging out Wet Woodland






