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Autumn coming to Wraysbury Lakes

Hips Haws Berries – autumn is definitely on the way now
Himalayan Balsam (Policeman’s Helmet) – either a delight or a scourge, depending on point of view, but still, an elegant plant
Alfalfa – the king of forage plants, which is what its name means in Arabic (apparently)
Southern Hawker, a magnificent dragonfly of late summer and autumn. Banded Demoiselles and Common Blue Damselflies were still flying, too
Red Admiral, basking on the Wraysbury brambles

Hips, Haws, and Burrs: yes, it’s Autumn at Wraysbury Lakes

Burdock burrs, complete with the hooks that inspired Velcro
Burdock burrs, complete with the hooks that inspired Velcro
Rose Hips
Rose Hips
A Splendid Teasel
A Splendid Teasel

It really was a beautifully warm last day of October: 17.5 degrees, shirtsleeves only in the sunshine. The trees were going golden, the berries red, the burrs and teasels a warm brown.

Robins were singing, as always. On the lake, the first few winter ducks (three drake Gadwall) have arrived, but the general air was of late summer languor, and walking had that feeling of unreality that comes from knowing that everything is, just now, totally lovely and free, whatever frost, wind, rain, or manmade disaster may come along tomorrow.

A little twittering flock of Goldfinches blew by; a Green Woodpecker and a Kestrel lent colour to the meadow. It was warm, dry, and lovely.

First Winter Thrushes at Wraysbury Lakes

Hawthorn Berries
Hawthorn Berries
Rose Hips
Rose Hips

No wisecracks about Hips and Haws and keeping warm on chilly winter days! This morning it was actually more autumnal than wintery, with bright blue skies setting off the deeply red berries, the rosehips scarlet, the hawthorn berries crimson.

The birdlife however did give a hint of winter to come. The first half-dozen Redwings squawked softly and burst from the bushes in their peculiar way, twisting suddenly in flight to get out from between the branches, flapping noisily as they accelerate out of cover. A single big Mistle Thrush flew from higher up in a different tree.

A flock of Goldfinches, some Dunnocks, a Robin or two, a Blackbird, eight Magpies, a rapid Ring-Necked Parakeet, a Carrion Crow or two, and a few Black-Headed Gulls appeared here and there. A Sparrowhawk searched over the Poplar trees for unwary prey.

Down on the lake, too, the winter ducks are starting to arrive. There are good numbers of Gadwall (maybe 30) and Wigeon (50 or so) as well as Tufted (50) and Shoveler (100). A dozen Cormorants, a hundred Coots, a few Mallard, a couple of Mute Swans (where did they all go?), a few Canada Geese (ditto), and a solitary Great Crested Grebe made up the rest.

Yellow Inkcap Coprinus auricomus
Yellow Inkcap Coprinus auricomus

As a final treat, there was a slender, delicate stalk of the Yellow Inkcap, Coprinus auricomus, in the grass.