2019 Spring and Ospreys start Migration

After a winter of luxury and, hopefully, his fill of energy giving fish Number 14, our satellite tagged bird, has set off from his perch on the island of Bioko. Hatched in 2013, in the nest at the South end of Bassenthwaite Lake this male chick (parents Unring and KL) has kept us spellbound with his terrific journeys across the African and European continents. Here we can see he has flown 500 miles North from the island into Nigeria and is poised to cross the Sahara Desert

On the way he would have had a bird’s eye view of the monolithic Zuma Rock, just west of Abuja, the capital city. This is an igneous intrusion, 725m  high and about 3km circumference, rising out of a green river of trees, high and bald as a hippo’s back.

It looks as if it should be associated with eagles but its old name, Zumwa, means ‘the place of catching  guinea fowls’.

Zuma Rock Nigeria photo Jeff Attaway Wikipedia

2019 Start Dates

The Osprey Viewpoints with telescopes at Dodd and the CCTV at Whinlatter Visitor Centre will be open from Monday April 1st until August 31st 2019.

We hope that our adult male bird will find a mate. Perhaps the female that stayed in the Valley for much of the 2018 Season will return.

We look forward to finding out if our GPS tracked bird, No 14,

will breed in South Lakes for the first time in 2019, after the 4000 mile journey across the Sahara and Europe. This were his movements (actually very little movement – just roosting and fishing) for the week preceding 14th Feb.

Today he sits basking in Bioko – 23C, Humidity 67%, sun and showers, wind 9mph (a bit different from the blow that we in Cumbria experienced last night!)

No 14 – On the move!

With Pete stranded on the Isle of Arran with Ali and Phil off in blowy Cornwall our boy certainly chose his moment to start migration.

He left South Lakes at 08.00 on 20th September, travelling obliquely down the country and arriving at Hayfield in the Peak District at 20.00.

He should be well down France by now.


Last full moon of the Osprey season



Moonrise over Bassenthwaite

The August moon rises terracotta

A nail of rust born out of mountains

Umber, into the blue of evening.


So stained, surely it has travelled through the heart of earth

Since moon-set of this morning

To slide out now above the thigh of Raise and high Hellvellyn.


The breeze that earlier blew a curve of sails across the Lake

dies in these quiet moments; softly breathes

the single lunar spinnaker above the range.

Casts off its colour in the seconds setting free,

So wing-furled ospreys sitting wakeful in dark trees

glare reflectively with yellow eyes

Following its silver pathway South; skimming the dark Lake of the skies.


Difishion of labour

Although there have been some tremendous sightings of our ospreys from the Dodd Viewpoints this year, fishing, flying and perching in the ‘Y tree’ there have been very few sightings on the nest. This has been because Unring has been visiting it only very fleetingly. Our live CCTV view of the nest has been a bit like hosting an invisible lodger, although instead of washing up appearing and disappearing and the odd move of furniture it has been the sticks, moss and grass that have been added or their position changed.

However, on Friday we had the joy of seeing Unring settle on a nearby branch with an ENORMOUS trout. He obviously thought that home would be a quiet place to enjoy a late lunch. He reckoned without taking the beady eyes of his lady friend, Longstreak, into consideration. Seeing her homing in from afar he hopped onto the nest and started mantling his prey, hiding it with his wings – perhaps she wouldn’t notice?

Small chance of that! A minute later she was standing beside him and with determined subservience  edged nearer and nearer, peering under his pinions to catch a glimpse of his piscatorial prey. With a palpable sigh he flicked back his wings – she was obviously going to win so it might as well be now as in 3 minutes time. She neatly hooked it with her beak, transferred it to her claws and turning her back on him, took off. Well – what are men for but to look after hungry ladies?


A Portrait of the Osprey as a Young Man

Update on No 14 – as you can see he has definitely made his home this summer in South Lakes with its wide estuaries, flowing tides and shifting sands. Hatched in 2013 he is fast growing up into a mature bird. Establishing a territory and demonstrating fishing prowess is key to getting a partner so we hope  he has now put himself  in an ideal position to start a relationship next year.

“He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.”
― James JoyceA Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Enchanter’s Nightshade

Now that it is damper and despite the earlier drought one tough plant is blooming now all along the wood edges. One of the most attractive plants of the forest its flowers stand around the stem like a wand of white stars. This is probably what has inspired its common name ‘Enchanter’s Nightshade’. Its Latin  designation Circaea lutetiana follows this theme from Circe, a witch of Greek mythology and Lutitia the Latin for Paris, sometimes known in the past as the Witch City.

In fact the plant is not poisonous being related to the Willowherbs and no connection to the Nightshades.

It needs no enchantment though to still view ospreys from Dodd. Unring continues to  guard his territory and visits his nest daily. At least 2 other ospreys are regularly seen at the South end of the lake – probably Longstreak the young unringed female and Blue 2H from the North end of the Lake. However, as mid August approaches it is getting time for the female birds to set off for Africa from all over the country so it is worth keeping a lookout on any piece of water for sightings of these birds migrating.

Enchanter’s Nightshade

Colours of a dry season


It is still very dry with the marsh and the fell sides turning an unaccustomed pale gold where the dry grasses are bleached to savannah shades. In places, patches of glowing orange are the dead leaves of desiccated bilberry plants, their fruits falling black and shrunken before they can be picked. The stringy stalks of Bell-heather are conserving the meagre water better and producing the first swath of purple flowers prior to the August burst of common ling. In the forest silver birch trees, quick to grow, with shallower roots have been turning prematurely autumnal from yellow to brown with the whisper of their falling leaves twisting in the hot winds. Even the conifers, with their drought resistant needles are shedding pale storms of pins and their lower branches are drooping to the ground, blocking the deer and badger runs. The trackway verges through the forest are powdered white where the infrequent forestry vehicles have been writing ‘Eat my dust’ – instead of the usual, ‘Mind my mud’.

However, all may change in the next week as the forecast tells of thunderstorms and rain to come, cooling the earth and washing the warmer waters out of the Lakes. If you want to go bathing in Bassenthwaite blue water without shivers this may be the last weekend to do it!